“You ripped my soul,” I whispered, the realization sending a shiver down my spine.
Morgana’s lips twisted into a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with a cruel pleasure. “Luckily, Spencer found a way to patch the spell without unraveling everything. And we shouldn't have any more issues.”
She waved a hand dismissively, her tone turning cold. “You, of course, won’t remember any of this. You’ll wake up in your bed, none the wiser.”
She chuckled lightly. “The captain will be pleased you're back,” she said with a scoff, “poor boy.” Her gaze locked onto mine, probing, searching. “Does he know you’re attracted to his brother?”
My heart skipped, her words knocking the air from my lungs. My eyes widened, thrown completely off guard. How did she know about them?
“Such a shame how that will all play out,” she added with a cold, sharp laugh.
“What are you talking about?” I growled, my body tense with anger and dread.
“Oh, I wouldn't want to ruin the fun.” Her voice turned sickeningly sweet, and in one swift move, she lunged at me, seizing my hair in a vicious grip. My head slammed into the table with a sickening crack, pain splintering through my skull. Her hand clamped down on my chin, forcing it open as a thick, inky liquid poured down my throat. I choked, gagging as I spat out what I could, panic flooding my veins.
No… no, no, no. What had she just given me?
“And now the memory potion.” Morgana smiled, holding her hand to Spencer, who placed another vial in her grasp.
“Stop!” I shrieked, but it was too late. She yanked my head back again, her grip like iron. Just as she moved to pour the second potion down my throat, a powerful gust of wind roared through the room.
The door burst open with a deafening slam, and Morgana flew backward, crashing to the floor. The vial shattered on impact, exploding in a burst of glass and liquid.
Spencer’s anguished cry pierced the air as he scrambled toward Morgana, who was now on her feet and glaring toward the door.
Still looking like the captain, Jaxon stood in the doorway, his gaze locked onto Morgana with a fierce, unyielding glare. With a swift slash of his hand, the bindings around my wrists and ankles disintegrated.
I leaped from the table, my heart racing as I stumbled toward him. His hand was outstretched, and I lunged forward, gripping his hand desperately as he tugged me behind him.
“I thought we had taken care of you,” she snapped, glaring at Spencer, who shrank away from her gaze.
Dark spears of magic shot through the air, hurtling toward us with deadly intent. Jaxon summoned his shadows to intercept the attack, and they clashed together, exploding with a burst of light on impact.
Jaxon shifted suddenly, and in a blur of movement, he transformed into his Fae form. “Give the princess back her magic, you witch,” he commanded.
My magic…
Morgana seemed to pause, staring at Jaxon in his new, enlarged form.
Jaxon’s gaze flickered to Spencer, who had been inching around the table toward us. Shadows snaked from Jaxon’s hands, spearing toward Spencer with deadly precision. They wrapped around his body, trapping Spencer in their suffocating embrace.
Spencer’s muffled cries for help were abruptly silenced, and his body crumpled to the floor, the thud reverberating through the tense air.
That easily, he had killed him. My heart pounded in my chest, and my eyes widened at the sight of Spencer’s lifeless body.
Despite my panic, one thought kept echoing in my mind—my magic.
Morgana seemed to snap out of her trance at the sight of Spencer’s lifeless corpse and roared, spearing more magic our way.
Jaxon met her attacks blow for blow, and the room erupted into clashes of noise and light. He moved across the room, his magic echoing hers as they danced around the space. I kept behind him with each step and I felt useless as their magic exploded around us.
I watched as they fought, and I had to do something. I had to try.
She had my magic. My soul.
My skin burned with rage, and I raised my chin in determination. This woman had lied to me, violated me and it was enough.
I held out my palm, adrenaline pumping through my body as I tried to call to it—my magic.Please, please, please, let this work.I put every ounce of will and thought into creating something, anything.
