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didn’t bother to try and toss the medallion away. Or even to demand to be taken to a healer. He understood that now that the magic had been awakened by his blood, there would be no stopping it.
    Not until the fuel it was feeding on was destroyed beyond repair.
    “Then there is only one solution,” Damon said, more to himself than to the creature who watched him with a wary gray gaze.
    Falling to his knees, Damon clutched the medallion tightly in his hand, trying his best to clear his mind.
    He had no practical knowledge of how to call on the Telos. Weres didn’t teach their children how to commit suicide. But it had to be like any other natural instinct.
    Or at least, he hoped to God it was.
    Focusing first on the destruction that was about to be unleashed, Damon slowly allowed himself to visualize himself kneeling in the snow. He was still naked. Still coated in blood from his wounds. Then he imagined a fire being lit deep in his soul.
    It wasn’t a normal fire.
    It was a cleansing fire.
    A fire that would consume him utterly and completely.
    Just as it had his mother.
    “What are you doing?” Levet demanded as Damon felt a trickle of sweat inch down his bent spine.
    “Ending this,” he muttered.
    A searing heat began to spread through his bloodstream, making the snow steam where it touched his legs.
    Levet sucked in a sharp breath. “Non.”
    The heat continued to spread, the pain swiftly threatening to become unbearable.
    With an effort Damon lifted his head, needing to pass along one last message.
    “Tell Gia . . .” His words broke off as he caught the unmistakable scent of chamomile. Was the lethal magic making him delusional? Gritting his teeth against the pain, he turned his head toward the line of trees that framed the edge of the field. On cue, a slender female Were stepped out of the shadows and ran across the snow. Damon gave a slow shake of his head. “What the hell?”
    The female halted at his side, clearly having overheard at least the tail end of the conversation.
    “Tell Gia what?”
    Damon desperately savored the pale, perfect face and dark, oblong eyes. The long, black hair was pulled into a tidy braid and her slender form covered by a sensible pair of jeans and bulky winter coat, but she’d never looked more beautiful to him.
    “I love you,” he rasped.
    Her eyes briefly lit with a joy that pierced Damon’s heart. Damn. Why hadn’t he simply appreciated what he’d already possessed? Why had he allowed the madness to consume him?
    Easily sensing Damon’s distress, Gia’s happiness vanished, her gaze belatedly taking in the sweat that now coated him from head to toe.
    “What are you doing?” She slowly lowered herself until she was kneeling next to him. “Damon? Tell me.”
    He grimaced, caught between delight that he’d been blessed enough to see her one last time, and regret that she would be forced to witness his end.
    “I must call upon the Telos,” he admitted in low tones.
    “What?” She reached out to touch him, only to yank her hand back as if his skin had burned her. “Oh God, Damon, stop it.”
    He gave a weak shake of his head, trying to distract himself from the fiery agony that was increasing with every sluggish beat of his heart.
    “How did you get here?”
    She futilely tried to choke back her tears. “I followed you, you stubborn, pig-headed Were.”
    His lips twisted. “I should have known.”
    “Yes, you should have,” she growled, her raspy voice revealing her wolf was close to the surface. “I can’t live without you.”
    His own wolf struggled to reach her, understanding the need for death but still anxious to feel the comfort of its mate.
    “I’ve been so wrong, Gia,” he admitted, his heart heavy with sorrow. “I allowed myself to be blinded by madness. But this time I will make it right.”
    “No.” Tears tracked down Gia’s lovely face, her expression pleading. “Please—”
    “All right.” A light female voice abruptly intruded into