Ajax glanced at Azazel. “You felt her in the Midnight Fae Kingdom. That’s where…?”
“Where I stopped fighting my Phoenix,” the Commander said solemnly.
Typhos frowned and looked back at his palace toward the statue and the steaming crater next to it.
I didn’t have to ask him what that meant.
He’d finally accepted her.
Here.
Earlier tonight.
For the very first time.
And it terrified me that I had finally won, that I had finally convinced Ty of Camillia’s place at our side when she was?—
“It’s the mate-bond we are sensing,” Ty interjected before I could finish my thought.
“Yes. Our initial link to Camillia De la Croix.” I wasn’t sure if that’d been set up by nefarious magic or just our souls trying to find our missing mate.
Ty’s jaw ticked before he glanced back at his kingdom. “Then where is she?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know…”
CHAPTER 17
CAMI
Vivaxia’s cold eyes brewed with malicious intent. She wove her feather through the air, inscribing gold-colored spells that scorched my skin on contact.
Her jaw ticked when I didn’t scream or make a sound. When I didn’tsubmit.
My mother stood behind her, a look of confusion on her face. “Why isn’t the spell taking?”
“Because your child is stubborn.”
I nearly smiled at her obvious irritation. But each stroke through the air reminded me of Ajax waving his wand around in a similar fashion. And the silver binds holding me against the building reminded me of the snake-vines he’d once used to bind me to a chair.
In fact, this whole situation had me recalling that experience in the Midnight Fae Realm.
Az and Ajax interrogating me.
Which led to them eventually believing me.
And now they’re mine.
But I couldn’t hear or feel them. I wasn’t sure why. My memories of them also kept fading at the edges. I hadn’t evenremembered them at all while strolling with my mother through her twisted version of utopia.
Hearing Vivaxia’s name had brought everything back in a rush.
But I could feel the knowledge flickering away, disappearing into coerced compliance.
Only for Vivaxia’s feather to draw my attention again, thus making me think of Ajax’s wand, and the cycle continued.
It seemed pretty clear that her spell was meant to alter my recollection of the past, or perhaps convince me to forget it entirely.
But I refused.
