My fists ball at my sides, my nails digging half-moons into my palms.
“Oh, Midnight didn’t tell you?”Ignatius drawls.
And this is it.
The moment Ignatius destroys any chance of winning her back.
He smiles, flicks dust off his jacket.“She sold you to save her soul.”
She shakes her head once.
A movement that shatters my heart.
She sucks a tiny breath in that feels like a stiletto between my ribs.It destroys everything that happened just hours ago.
Every promise and kiss and whisper of love.
All of it crumbles before me.
And I know as she stares at me, two tears sliding down each of her cheeks, that there’s no coming back from this.I cannot win her back, even if I free her.Because for each millimetre her tears fall, her expression morphs.The devastation twists and buckles.It gnarls and bloats into something ugly and sinister.
Her features grow darker, angrier and far more wrathful.
Slowly, she turns to me and the expression she gives me makes me want to die.
The light dims in her eyes, and in the space of one blink…
One beat.
One breath.
Our connection severs.
She’s no longer looking at me, but through me.
And I know—in the same way that I know this will all end with Ignatius reaping me—that Lucy will never forgive me.
21
Lucy
Idon’t believe any of it until Midnight’s expression grows cold and she shrugs.One dismissive movement proving she wasn’t who I thought she was.
She wasn’t open to listening.
She wasn’t open to forgiving me.
And she wasn’t open to understanding why I forced her hand.
My expression morphs, the brightness in me dims as my lip curls into a snarl.
“I will never be yours again, Ignatius.I’m not coming with you.”
My runes glow.The symbols glimmering to life in a golden burst.The air around me vibrates and fizzes.My posture stiffens, my features darken.
I shift between Ignatius and Midnight, my brow creasing.
The angrier I become the hotter my chest grows and the brighter I shine.The air sizzles with heat and power.
