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Page 61 of My Best Friend's Sister

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Magic. I need to use my magic. For my sword had been ripped from my grasp when Erina disappeared—or I simply flew through him like through a hallucination.

Streaks of silver collect behind my eyelids as I call to my power, but when I try to release a hazardous blow like the one that saved me in the Seeing Forest, a sharp sting in my neck makes me cry out with pain.

No.

No-no-no-no-no.

Not now. Not the drug.

It takes about fifteen heartbeats before the numbing sensation of the magic-sedating serum sets in.

No,please, no.I need to get to my feet, need to push the Flame off my back and fucking get up so I can fight. So I can protect my family.

On my shoulder, my tattoo tingles as if in question.

I need you, Myron.I send the thought out into the world even if he can’t hear me. Maybe the connection of our mate mark will call to him the way it’s always called to him.

And where the fuck is Erina? He can’t simply have vanished into thin air?

My vision is swimming, but the polished boots stopping in front of me are all I need to see to know he’s right there. That he never left.

Or he was never truly here.

The grass doesn’t bend under his weight, and the dry leaves carried on a breeze don’t touch him. They float straight through him just like my dagger did.

I’m hallucinating because this can’t possibly be true.

As if reading my mind, Erina crouches down in front of me, tapping his fingers against his knee. “You really should have taken my offer, Wolayna. I would have taken you home and left things be. But you leave me no choice.”

No choice. No choice.The words ring in my ears like a promise of doom as Erina nods over my head at the Flame holding me down.

“Since you won’t comply otherwise, I’ll need to eradicate all traces of the one thing that keeps standing between us.”

“You mean you and your delusions of grandeur?”I spit at his feet. “You’ll never rule Askarea, Erina. You’ll never rule Eherea. You’ll never find anyone who loves you. You’ll die bitter and alone even if you force someone to marry you and give you heirs.”

The ire in Erina’s gaze tells me I’ve hit home.

“Burn him out of her.” His order is brief, dismissive, as he pushes back to his feet and stalks a few steps away, observing from a distance.

I can see it now; the little flaws in the picture. He avoided touching anyone when he stood between the Flames, made sure to not even brush their shoulders or ends of their braids. He’s not real, but not a figment of my imagination either.

“A projection,”Kaira whispers in my mind as if she’s been following my entire thought process from afar.

A projection.

I don’t have time to ponder the meaning when rough hands tear the right sleeve off my arm then rip open the back of my leathers.

“What do you mean,burn him out?” I barely finish the question in more than a whisper when a flash of orange light glows behind my shoulder.

Someone screams, a ripple going through the fight still raging behind the Tavrasian king, and the world seems to hold its breath.

Hands secure my wrists at my sides with iron strength as I thrash in anticipation of whatever new horror Erina has come up with, but I’m not prepared for this. I could never be prepared forthis.

Fire erupts on my skin, eating into the flesh on my right shoulder as a torch is pressed into the inked bird connecting me to Myron.

I can’t breathe-can’t-breathe-can’t-breathe. Pain like I’ve never experienced rakes through me, rushing down my arm, battering through my chest, wrecking my heart, my soul, my everything.

Everything that I amis connected to that bird … and the male it stands for.


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