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causing my eyes to water slightly.
“ Too tight?” It was his turn to smile. He knew I couldn’t respond, but it didn’t stop him from crouching beside me that little bit longer. “Darcy’s not gone. She’s just waiting because she knows she’s not alone. Prepare to die, Amber. Again.”
Standing up, he nodded to Vivien, signaling the ball was in her court. I’d met the witch a few times before, but she’d never taken any particular interest in me like she had with Darcy. I’d seen, on occasions, the closeness they shared with each other, a relationship that was stronger than any friendship I’d ever had with someone.
It was just one more reason to hate the person who stole Mason from me and remove her from existence. Everyone loved her. She had the life that should’ve been mine. It went beyond petty jealousy. Somehow she’d cheated her way into the world I’d strived so long to be part of, slamming the door behind her and shutting me out.
Yet, here I was, getting the last laugh. Even as I lay manacled to the floor.
I knew something they didn’t.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
Darcy may still be holding on, but in the end it didn’t matter. It took great power and preparation to complete the possession spell, and instinct told me Vivien wouldn’t be enough. In the beginning, Helena and Vivien had been in the same room. Helena had prepared the way by tattooing Darcy with a fake spell to camouflage her true intentions. Even though Vivien had performed the healing spell alone, it was that later incantation, by Helena, that had sealed the deal.
Two witches were needed to forge it.
Two witches were needed to break it.
How glorious it was that the only two witches strong enough to save Darcy wouldn’t be cooperating, due to Helena currently locked in her own private dungeon.
Sometimes irony was beautiful in all her tragedy.
Chapter Seven
Mason
Vivien had warned me about what to expect.
She’d placed heavy emphasis on the importance of not letting my emotions take over. It would never be my intention, but she also knew that when it came to Darcy, reason and understanding sometimes flew out the window. It would be difficult controlling my wolf and his need to charge forth and prevent our mate from being hurt further, but even he seemed to realize the gravity of the moment.
We were running out of time and every single second counted. A slight slip up, a well-intended intervention, or misguided attempt to save Darcy, and we’d lose her. There was no room for error or heroics. Vivien had given us the option of waiting outside and having Devlin aid her through the ritual; but for me, that would’ve made things worse.
Not knowing what was happening inside, not being there the moment Darcy’s eyes flew open and she returned whole—it was unacceptable. My heart couldn’t take the waiting. My time in the silver cage, while Devlin converted her to part-vampire, had been torturous enough.
I could behave and keep myself under control. I had to.
There was no other option.
“ What would you like me to do?” I asked, now standing to avoid contact with Amber. It was unnatural to look down and see such venom shining from my mate’s eyes. I’d seen her angry before, and even been on the receiving end of that temper, but never anything of this magnitude. Something twisted had happened inside Amber, and I refused to be blamed for it.
We each are given choices, knowing full well the consequences that come with each. And while it’s tempting to blame someone else for our downfalls and shortcomings, this fell firmly on her own shoulders and conscience. If she even had one.
The Amber who currently possessed my wife was a far cry from the Amber I knew and my parents betrothed me to. The one who squirmed beneath my feet, attempting to loosen the manacle bolts, was a bitter shell of that person.
She’d evolved into something so dark, I feared there’d be no redemption for her but through
“ Too tight?” It was his turn to smile. He knew I couldn’t respond, but it didn’t stop him from crouching beside me that little bit longer. “Darcy’s not gone. She’s just waiting because she knows she’s not alone. Prepare to die, Amber. Again.”
Standing up, he nodded to Vivien, signaling the ball was in her court. I’d met the witch a few times before, but she’d never taken any particular interest in me like she had with Darcy. I’d seen, on occasions, the closeness they shared with each other, a relationship that was stronger than any friendship I’d ever had with someone.
It was just one more reason to hate the person who stole Mason from me and remove her from existence. Everyone loved her. She had the life that should’ve been mine. It went beyond petty jealousy. Somehow she’d cheated her way into the world I’d strived so long to be part of, slamming the door behind her and shutting me out.
Yet, here I was, getting the last laugh. Even as I lay manacled to the floor.
I knew something they didn’t.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
Darcy may still be holding on, but in the end it didn’t matter. It took great power and preparation to complete the possession spell, and instinct told me Vivien wouldn’t be enough. In the beginning, Helena and Vivien had been in the same room. Helena had prepared the way by tattooing Darcy with a fake spell to camouflage her true intentions. Even though Vivien had performed the healing spell alone, it was that later incantation, by Helena, that had sealed the deal.
Two witches were needed to forge it.
Two witches were needed to break it.
How glorious it was that the only two witches strong enough to save Darcy wouldn’t be cooperating, due to Helena currently locked in her own private dungeon.
Sometimes irony was beautiful in all her tragedy.
Chapter Seven
Mason
Vivien had warned me about what to expect.
She’d placed heavy emphasis on the importance of not letting my emotions take over. It would never be my intention, but she also knew that when it came to Darcy, reason and understanding sometimes flew out the window. It would be difficult controlling my wolf and his need to charge forth and prevent our mate from being hurt further, but even he seemed to realize the gravity of the moment.
We were running out of time and every single second counted. A slight slip up, a well-intended intervention, or misguided attempt to save Darcy, and we’d lose her. There was no room for error or heroics. Vivien had given us the option of waiting outside and having Devlin aid her through the ritual; but for me, that would’ve made things worse.
Not knowing what was happening inside, not being there the moment Darcy’s eyes flew open and she returned whole—it was unacceptable. My heart couldn’t take the waiting. My time in the silver cage, while Devlin converted her to part-vampire, had been torturous enough.
I could behave and keep myself under control. I had to.
There was no other option.
“ What would you like me to do?” I asked, now standing to avoid contact with Amber. It was unnatural to look down and see such venom shining from my mate’s eyes. I’d seen her angry before, and even been on the receiving end of that temper, but never anything of this magnitude. Something twisted had happened inside Amber, and I refused to be blamed for it.
We each are given choices, knowing full well the consequences that come with each. And while it’s tempting to blame someone else for our downfalls and shortcomings, this fell firmly on her own shoulders and conscience. If she even had one.
The Amber who currently possessed my wife was a far cry from the Amber I knew and my parents betrothed me to. The one who squirmed beneath my feet, attempting to loosen the manacle bolts, was a bitter shell of that person.
She’d evolved into something so dark, I feared there’d be no redemption for her but through
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