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“We have something to do first.”

“Like what?” I ask, angry he won’t let me see her.

“Find out what is needed to hand your magic over,” he says watching me and I rip my hand from his.

“Why, why is this so fucking important to you, Silas?” I snap, storming out of the room.

“Elora,” he bellows, and I can feel his anger through the bond at me walking away from him.

Matitus and Dragus leave out as Silas wraps his arm around my waist, picking me up effortlessly, shoving me against the banister of the stairs.

“Don’t walk away from me,” he snarls.

I roll my eyes at his tone, only making him angrier as he growls menacingly. Matitus and Dragus come down the stairs, and Matitus places his hand on Silas’s shoulder.

“Silas, enough,” he warns him.

I feel Silas’s grip tighten, his eyes darkening in anger. He steps back, yanking me down the stairs.

“Silas, let go, you’re hurting me,” I tell him, making him stop and peer down at me.

I see Marian down the hall watching with a concerned look on her face. Silas glares at her, making her dart back into the kitchen.

“Do you want me to kill her?” he snaps, gripping my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

I glare at him. He lets go, yanking me toward the library. I have to jog to keep up with him. He pushes me into the armchair with so much force it almost tips backward.

“Stay,” he says when I move to get up.

“I’m not a fucking dog, Silas,” I snap.

He towers over me, both hands on either side of the armrest. He snarls before dipping his face into my neck. His hot breath on my skin makes me shiver.

“You are lucky you are our mate. I don’t like disrespect, Elora,” he snaps, pushing off his arms and turning toward the bookshelf.

“Respect is earned, not just fucking given out on a silver platter, Silas,” I snap.

His back tenses. He spins around, my heart skipping a beat as dread floods into me. He stalks toward me, Matitus stepping in his way, blocking him.

Silas growls, turning back to the bookshelf. He grabs a book from it, throwing it at me.

Dragus’s hand reaches out at blinding speed, catching it before it hits me.

“Fucking read it,” Silas spits at me, making me flinch as he stalks out.

Dragus sighs, passing me the book. My hands shake as I clutch it, reading the title.

Guide to Fae Magic.

Matitus glances down at the title, opening the first page and reading the index, his finger running down the page. He stops for a second, then flicks through the pages of the book in my lap, turning it to a specific page. I read the title. It details how to place magic into a foreign object.

He was really going to make me do it, really make me give up my magic. I feel a tear slip down my cheek and I stand, throwing the book on the desk, stalking out to go see Abbie. Dragus chases after me, grabbing my hand.

“Elora, please don’t anger him,” he says, placing the book in my hand. I snatch it away from him.

“So, what did you have to give up, huh?” I tell him, and he stares down at me sadly. Matitus watches me, a grim expression on his face.

“What’s next, you want me to kill myself for the sake of some curse, because it seems like I am the only one around here expected to make sacrifices.”

They say nothing, and I turn on my heel heading toward Abbie’s room. I hear one of them punch the wall in anger, but I don’t care. Instead, I walk straight to Abbie’s room and lock the door behind me.