At least heal him, please.
“Xavier, stop! You have already lost too much blood! You can’t do anything.” Jaxon was fighting with him, his leathertorn and his skin smeared with his brother's blood. Tears ran down his face, and he looked as if he were also in pain.
Xavier snarled, glaring at the Fate occupying my body.
“Bring her back! It wasn’t supposed to be her!” he roared. “Bring her fucking back!” Tears were falling, and a sob wracked him as Jaxon glared toward me too. Xavier was still trying to claw his way toward me and panic flooded me at the sight.
I’m right here! Tell him I’m here!
I can't do that.
Why?! He needs to know. I'm here! I'm alright!
Because you aren’t Zara.
What are you talking about? I’m right here! Xavier!I shouted, but nothing escaped my damn lips.Tell him—
You are dead, Zara.
No, I’m right here, I’m—
You are dead.
The words rang through me, as ice and fire continued to spread through my limbs, my veins, and I shook my head, or tried too but no. I couldn’t be dead. I—no.
There is no changing what happens now.
No!I shouted, but the Fate ignored me.Please.
The words were broken, pleading, and he looked back to Xavier and my heart, if I even had one any longer, shattered.
I told you all there was only one path.
I couldn’t feel Xavier anymore, not because of the Fate… but because…
Jaxon was fighting to keep Xavier still as he sobbed in his arms. He was no longer clawing his way toward me, and his face was so pale, but his arm was still outstretched in my direction.
Save him.
No.
SAVE HIM,I roared.You did this. You orchestrated all of this! Save him, or I swear I will find a way to kill you!
I fought for control, but Caelan remained unresponsive, forcing me to look back at Morgana. She was now descending back to the ground, a shrill cackle escaping her lips as she stood up, her hands twisting and crackling with energy. The power saturated the air, making it hard to breathe. Even Caelan recoiled at it, cringing as if wanting to run or flee.
Morgana's gaze sharpened, her head tilting slightly. A malicious snarl escaped her as she said, “You stole my pet.”
“This magic should have never existed in this world, Morgana. She was never yours.” Caelan said calmly. “And you already know you cannot control me.”
Morgana took a step forward and Xavier snarled.
“But I can get knowledge from you,” she said, smiling eerily. Power grew in her palm and it sizzled and sparked as a silver chain appeared in her grasp.
The chain. What was she doing?
Images began to flash rapidly in my mind, knowledge I hadn't known before searing into my memory. I shook my head, the onslaught nearly painful, but realization ran through me. That's how Caelan's sibling ended up trapped all those centuries ago. I knew Morgana created them, but how? What were they made of? I didn't get to find out as Caelan's anger flared, the details slipping away. It only confirmed my suspicions.
Caelan moved into a fighting stance, and Morgana didn't hesitate as she lunged.
