He felt like no matter what happened, he was constantly fighting against the pain he couldn’t stop for his mate. His wolf whimpered, wishing it could do more for her.
What do I do, Nanshe? Just tell me what to do.
“I can't tell you. The rules.”
Those fucking rules were going to kill them.
“I think we only have one option,” Lennox offered. “You should let the Chaos in. Maybe if you communicate with it and share your emotions, your feelings, you might be able to affect it like you did when you were enraged and vice versa.”
“I'm not going to give Chaos free rein over my fucking mind again. The last time I did that, I was lost.”
“But now you're not alone. You're not going through this by yourself. Kalinda may be the strongest mage in Encantado—hell, maybe even the world—but I am not too far from her. If I am here to assist and ground you, and now she is by your side, the one who has control over Chaos, we may be able to filter through and get to the bottom of this. Obviously, Nanshe knows what the King of History means, but it's important because she cannot explain it to you. All magic has rules, and mages are used to dealing with those rules more than other paranormal creatures.”
“You're talking about gambling with my life.”
“No, what I'm asking you to do is trust us. Magic is our life. If this is important, and it's something we need to face with the threat directed at Encantado, then as one of its residents and one of its protectors, you should be doing everything that you can.”
“Fuck you, Lennox. You go into it.”
Teague stepped forward. “We can argue about this later. For now, let's just get Asherah. If we get everyone together and Carlo is back in Encantado where he feels safer, we can have this discussion. For now, drop it.”
The demand in Teague's voice grated on Carlo’s nerves, but he could not deny the Fae had a good idea. “Fine. We table this conversation until we're back in Encantado. Nanshe, you said you had some sort of idea of where Asherah might be. Where is that?”
“I don't have an idea. I know exactly where she is. That buzzing you all must have heard earlier was a message to me from one of the other Norns.”
“Skuld?”
“No, the best one of us all. The Present.”
Chapter Thirteen
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“YOU MADE IT; THIS ISgood. Wasn’t sure how that was going to go. But hey, you did it.”
Carlo lifted one brow. The woman standing in the middle of a mishmash of furniture put her hands on her hips.
