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Xadiel, we have a situation.
Tightening my grip, I rip a section of his scalp off. Toss it by his cheek. What?
Your mate is here.
Coincidence, or planned? Either way, I’ll get the answers to the questions plaguing my mind.
We can’t be together, but I won’t deny the flare of excitement at seeing her. Touching her again.
And while I can’t kill Isabella, physically hurt her, if she’s involved in any way…
I’ll break her.
Reject her even if it’s my demise, as well. We’ll destroy each other.
Escort her to my office. No one touches her.
Leaning down, I place my mouth next to his ear and chuckle. “Your princess is here. She came to see me.” Bartolo tries to whisper an incantation through split lips, the scent of his desperation rising. The reaper clings to him a little harder, yet I stop him by sinking the black-tipped claws of my other hand into his back. “Try that again, and death will never have the chance to claim you. I see it. Can smell it on you, arsehole.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m going to enjoy ripping your throat out when the time comes.” Pulling my nails out, I pat the torn flesh. “Now, we have a meeting with my mate, and I dare you to disappoint her.”
10
ISABELLA
Leaving everyone behind was hard but the right thing to do. More so because my people need protection.
Danger is coming. Its looming presence is palpable; I feel it and Gabriella does too.
She told me as much before leaving to find her vampire. The threat from within isn’t over. There are witches working to end our bloodline—who want the crown—and are willing to kill every Moore descendant for it.
It doesn’t matter that Leo is a child. That Gabriella and I are whom they should fear.
Greed and power doesn’t see reasoning or accept common sense. These people are blind to it.
The one who attempts to block my powers is sloppy at times. This hold is tentative and wavers, glimpses of what’s to come through. Then, there are moments where the blinders come off and it’s clear, as if I’m sitting amid the chaos they created.
“The end is coming,” I whisper under my breath, breathing in deep, the soothing salt air surrounding me. The early morning hours are accompanied by a semi-thick layer of fog, fresh and foreboding, but I’m not afraid. If anything, I find calm in the heavy mist and let it soothe my tired muscles.
I’ve traveled for days. From Italy to France, riding our Salernitano horses through our beloved forest until reaching the Parisian border. The breed is strong and are enchanted to withstand the rough ride, yet the ones we own are special. Pearl was my mother’s, while Onyx belonged to Father.
I have one and Gabby has the other.
The rest are offspring of the two and are being used by our guards back home, each named after the solstice they were born under.
Like the last time we left our lands, we could’ve teleported if we wished to, but that would leave a heavy trace of our powers for days on end, something the most novice witch could detect and follow. Risking it would’ve been foolish, just like opening one directly to Xadiel’s land could be my demise. At the moment, I’m an enemy.
And if my siblings and I are killed or taken as slaves, then who would protect our kind from what’s to come? No one. We’re all they have now.
And while the route this time is different, I didn’t stop until reaching King Larue’s land. There, I took pause and reached for the small pouch I’d hidden within the horse’s saddle. Small and brimming with shimmery powder, I poured the contents on the grassy ground, creating a circle a few feet from where we stood. At once, the ground gave a subtle shake and a headache formed at the back of my skull, one that would pass in a minute or two.
The tremble, however, was more pronounced—felt—where a tall oval appeared.
Like a two-way mirror, I could see the huge boat awaiting us on the other side. People roamed, walking in front of the doorway, completely oblivious. It stayed that way for a few minutes after we crossed, giving us safe passage and time to stow the horses below.
That was hours ago, and now the British port is on the horizon. Far away, yet close enough that the sounds of men yelling and a loud foghorn greets my ears. This is a land I’ve visited a few times, beautiful and serene, but more importantly, it’s home now.
