In Lunaris, the universe had stopped making sense around domino forty, hit the FUCK-IT button, and was now just showing off.
But the Greyhall side of the chain still made sense if you squinted at it like you'd just taken a shot to the balls.
Betas in closets. Breeding hymns. Busted walls. Blade bull-fuckery.
Standard shit.
That is, right up until this diabolical dumpster fire of a domino: factory-stamped, notarized, and declared a Guinevere Lunaris special by the Gods.
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DOMINO 57: THE GODS SAY CATCH
ONE HOUR FROM GREYHALL CROSSING — 4:45 AM
Every king on this continent had been chasing Guinevere Lunaris for days and missing her by minutes, by miles, and by the width of one particularly dickish pillow.
Maddox Drakencrest was finally done chasing. He was about to have his wife back in his arms because she was safe and Nicholas Shadowfell was one of the only bastards he actually trusted not to fuck it up.
