Curzon’s death was quiet.

The Bastion didn’t crumble. The dead didn’t disappear. No one knew the war was over. Violet, Eden, and their allies weren’t free of Curzon's deeds yet.

But in that still moment with the sun streaming on her face and Eden beside her, Violet let the victory wash over her. Every muscle, each bone, deserved to know that he would never touch her again. He could never harm her or the people she cared about.

She approached Eden who still stood ...