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“You are connected to the vampires through magick,” Nor told her. “But only you can know why you dreamed of them. Why you dreamed of him.”
It wasn’t much of an answer, but Gwen understood. It was the Star of Umbra’s magick that had been used to create vampires. It was her magick that the Dökk fae had used to forge countless other spells. It was her magick they had used to open the portal to the Abyss all those centuries ago.
“Do you love him?” Eris asked, grasping her hands together in front of her.
“What?” Gwen snapped.
“Do. You. Love. Him?” she repeated, clearly anxious for a reply.
It was a strange notion. As a Star, she’d existed only as a primal source of magick. As a creature tied to a mortal body, she’d felt—everything.
She looked upon Eris, and the Weaver smiled coyly, her purple eyes flashing with magick. As if she knew exactly what Gwen was thinking.
“Yes,” she confessed with pride. “I do.” She and Sirus were entangled in something far beyond magick. Far beyond knowing. With him, she felt free and connected all at once.
“The chaos of love,” Eris mused with a dramatic sigh.
It was her love for Sirus that had pushed Gwen to sacrifice her mortal form without even knowing fully what she was doing. The choice had been selfish and easy. For him to live, she would have died a thousand times.
But to love him as a mortal being was one thing—as a Star it was another. Celestial beings did not love in the way of others. Yet she could not deny the pang of sadness in her heart at the thought of never seeing him again.
“It’s done now,” Gwen told them.
“Is it?” Nor replied.
Gwen narrowed her eyes in confusion. “I am home.” She was back where she belonged. Her mortal body was no more. Even here in Moldorn, it was just an illusion of magick.
The Weavers looked at each other, then back at her.
“He’s trying to save you,” Sága told her with no emotion at all. “He’s trying to turn you into a vampire.”
Eris gasped in utter delight. “How romantic!” she shrieked with a squeal.
Gwen shook her head. “It will not work.”
It wasn’t possible. The spells the Dökk had forged to create vampires were fading in their absence. The magick in vampire blood had lost potency with each new vampire, until no more could be made. No matter how much he wished it, it did not mean it would work.
Yet Gwen felt the necrotic magicks skim the edges of what tethers remained of her mortal consciousness. She felt Sirus’s blood calling out to her. It was true. He was attempting to turn her into a vampire.
“It’s by your magick the vampires were created,” Nor reminded her.
“That doesn’t mean I can be turned into one,” Gwen replied sharply.
“Your body remains in the mortal realm,” Sága told her.
“You may return to the Sea if you wish,” Nor added.
“Or you could go back to him,” Eris finished with a wicked grin as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket.
“I can’t,” Gwen repeated. “It’s impossible.”
Eris rolled her eyes and scoffed in a way that reminded Gwen very much of Levian when she thought Barith was being dense.
“You can,” Nor told her. “From your power, the vampires were made. You need only reweave the long-broken spell to suit you. You need only wish it.”
A tiny sliver of excitement skittered through Gwen as her mind whirled over how she could form the spell. If she did return, she would be something like a vampire, but not completely. She’d be something new.
Gwen tamped down her flutter of hope. “My presence is a risk,” she told the sisters. “The Dökk are not wholly destroyed.”
