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Legion retreats into the cell, shifting back to his human form. I can feel him standing beside me, watching me, just like Kendall and Klyn. But I can’t shake the feeling that the task isn’t complete. Nor can I seem to make myself let go of the blades.
Their whispers guide me, and I repeat their words. Words I still don’t understand, but they flow from my tongue as if being coaxed or pulled by the magic itself. “Lissnim Roraouth Azrepkeer.”
I watch as poison coats the wounds Legion left behind; a darkness seeping into Maricha’s body just as it had done to me up on that mountain. It creeps into her blood. Her heart. Into the soul already damned to the realm of hell.
I watch her die, a grim satisfaction setting my expression.
The breath leaves her lungs, and the whispers finally, finally go silent.
The cavern is quiet.
It’s over.
I start to turn away, but the whispers come to life again, calling me, coaxing me, asking me to rule them or be ruled by them.
“Wait,” my sister calls.
I look up at her.
“Let me,” she says gently.
“You don’t understand. I can hear them.”
“I know.” She slides her own blade into a strap on her belt then takes the blades from my hands.
Instantly, the whispers intensify. She looks down at the blades, a strange look pinching her expression. I watch as she walks over to where Uziah’s body lies. She holds up one of the blades and mutters a string of words I don’t understand. Words that sound like the language Maricha used. The language I used just now. The language of the blades themselves.
At her words, the whispers instantly quiet.
Then she plunges one of the blades into Uziah’s chest right through the space where his heart has been ripped free. He gasps, his eyes flying open despite his lack of the life-giving organ. I leap into motion, disbelief and fear sending me racing toward my sister.
“You could have been a great weapon for our side,” he rasps.
“I am my own weapon,” Kendall tells him.
She whispers something to the blade again, and poison leaks from its surface into Uziah’s body. The vampire-god groans and then falls back again, motionless.
“It’s done,” Kendall says quietly. “He’s gone. For good this time.”
I stare at my sister, not sure whether to be horrified or relieved.
“What did you do?” I ask.
Kendall eyes me warily. “I sealed their deaths. And I claimed these blades for myself.”
“How? And where did you learn to fight like that?” The questions I’ve been battling since she arrived spill out one after another.
She smirks. “You always underestimate me, you know that?”
Before I can answer, Legion is beside me, pulling me toward him and wrapping his arms around me. I cling to him, squeezing my eyes shut until the whispers filling my ears finally go quiet.
When I open my eyes, Kendall is watching me with relief in her eyes. “We have a lot to catch up on,” she says, nodding at the way my bared skin touches Legion’s.
“That goes for you too,” I tell her.
We share a smile as I lean into the strength of Legion’s arms around me. When he pulls away and meets my gaze, I see an uncertainty in his dark, depthless eyes.
“She won’t hurt you again,” I tell him.
