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The handle of a dagger sticks from Knight’s gut, the blade buried deep into his flesh. Blood pools at his feet in a giant puddle, and rage dipped with fear licks across my skin.
Where are you, baby?
Something jolts at my mind, fighting against my intrusion, and suddenly Knight thrashes. The boys look over, frowning. Their lips move, but I can’t hear sounds. I only have sight.
I look around, spotting the blood-splattered walls, all white in color, but it’s the long red ropes made of magic that have my anger flaring.
I know those ropes, they're the ones that caged me in not that long ago.
I blink, looking to Haide. “You’re not going to like this.”
The dragons rise in unison, pink and blue swirls whirling overhead, and Haide lifts her chin, squaring her shoulders. Her decision already made regardless.
“Where to, Villaina?”
“The Ministry’s meeting room.”
The moment the last word leaves my lips we’re swallowed into a vortex, the growl of a dragon ringing in my ears.
I’m coming, Knight.
I’m coming and I’ll end them all.
Twenty-Six
Knight
I’m getting delusional.The loss of blood too much for my already weakened state.
They’re draining us of our energy, and with it, our gifts. They can’t take everything, the blood in our veins isn’t the only place Royal magic lives, but they know that, just as they know they could never defeat us at full strength. They couldn’t even defeat us at our weakest, but that’s what my father's Hellhound chains are for.
If he knew these people would use these on his heirs, he would have torn their limbs off one by one, and only when their families lay dead at their feet, their beings nothing but a head on a torso with a slow beating heart, would he have ended them.
If he lived long enough to witness the betrayal of his own heir, he would kill her too.
I’m going to kill her.
How the fuck is she alive?
London was sent away, gone, taken from me and her home, then killed...all because of her. My own fucking blood. My triplet.
She will die slowly. Painfully and publicly.
My mind aches again, and I clench my jaw, looking to my brothers. They’re in the same state as me—knives buried in their flesh; blood spilt at their feet.
The council wants us dead. Gone.
They want Rathe for their own, and as I look at my brothers, knowing my sister is helping the enemy, thatsheis the enemy as well, I fear that's exactly what they’ll get.
* * *
Fire burns all around me, engulfing the streets and closing me in a ball of black smoke. At first, I wonder if it’s our watchers, if the smoke is that of our ancestors who've come to protect us, but when the thick cloud creeps closer, stealing my senses, I know I’m wrong.
But I am Gifted, a Royal. Deveraux blood courses through my veins.
Fire cannot kill me, and smoke cannot trap me, so I push forward, stepping through the flames. Power stirs in my chest, circling and growling, but as it reaches for the surface, it’s yanked by its chain.
A chain that can't be cut.
