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He whirls back to me and gives me another once-over. “And untransitioned. Who let you out of the house?”
“I’m an adult!”
He scoffs, peering at me like a zoo animal in a glass enclosure. “Does your mate know where you are?”
“Yes. But I’m trying to tell you—”
“Wait. Your signature… You can’t be—”
“She’s a Le Fay!” The bearded man across the bar points to me.
All heads turn. Everyone magical looks stunned. Everyone else seems confused. But all eyes are on me, and I swear if someone dropped a pin, I would hear it.
I don’t think I can have a productive conversation with Ronan, either.
“How are you possible?” Ronan asks. “How are you here?”
“Come, love.” Marrok offers me his huge, upturned palm as he glares daggers at Ronan. “Stop staring, or I shall skewer your head from your neck.”
As much as I hate to admit defeat, tactical retreat is best. I take Marrok’s hand, slink off the barstool, and race for the door to find Lucan and Bram already outside, firing up the Hummer. Marrok wrenches the back door open, and I dive in just as wizards pour out of the bar behind us.
Thankfully, Bram burns rubber away from the curb and takes off down the darkened street. “Well, that didn’t go as planned.”
“Indeed not,” Lucan drawls. “No more impulsive, half-baked side trips. It’s getting late, and I want to go home. I gave up a very promising morning with my mate for—”
Midsentence, Lucan stiffens as if every muscle in his body is suddenly zapped by a live wire. He crashes back against the plush leather seat, curls his fingers around his thighs in a crushing grip, then lets out a piercing scream of pain that makes me shudder down to my soul.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Bram flips the music off and glances at Lucan beside him. “Oh, fuck!”
I lean forward from the back seat to find the wizard clutching his chest as if agony burns a brand right through his heart. “What is it?”
Bram gapes in disbelief as he clutches the steering wheel, zipping the tanklike vehicle through London’s dark streets. “The yellow and pink in his signature… They’re fading out. Fast.”
Lucan screams again, clawing his chest viciously, as if trying to dig into it with his bare fingers. “Anka… No!”
“Deep breath, friend. We’ll get you—”
“Home!”
“Probably not a good idea,” Bram mutters almost to himself.
Lucan’s sudden freakout is scaring me. “What’s going on? What are you saying?”
Grimly, he presses his foot to the accelerator and hurtles the Hummer faster down the lane, but the engine sounds are drowned out by Lucan’s growls and screeches.
Again, Bram glances at Lucan, who’s thrashing, gasping, and shouting. “He’s losing the light from his magical signature.”
It’s terrifying. “I don’t understand. What does that have to do with Anka?”
“She was his light.”
Horror dawns, curling and roiling like an acrid ball of bile in my stomach. “Are you saying…she’s dead?”
“That, or she’s broken with him. Either would cause this agony.”
“Broken with him? Their mate bond?”
