Page 113 of Demons and Darlings


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Marcus was right. My mother had shown up. Now I was hoping what he said about limiting her powers was true.

“I’m bringing my sons back,” Marcus barked. “You cannot stop me, Theia. Not even if you wanted to.”

I shivered as Theia’s high-pitched, screeching laugh echoed off the walls. The shimmering light of the veil disappeared.

Alek’s dead body came into view once more.

Everything stopped.

I spun around to face her, to face the woman who had ruined everything for me.

“Let us bring them back!” I yelled to Theia, meeting her blazing eyes. “We’ll open the veil, bring them back, and shut it again. It will be as if it never happened!”

When her eyes settled on me, I could feel the hatred. I could feel how disappointed and disgusted she was in me. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care what my mother thought about me, or about what I was doing. I was bringing Alek back. I didn’t give a shit who stood in my way.

“Your powers are weak,” Alek's father started. “You can try to keep the veil closed, but you will not succeed. Lyra’s blood is all we need to finish the ritual.”

I glanced back at Narcissa.

She nodded.

My attention was drawn back to Theia when she let out a roar of anger. I glanced at her just in time to see her launch herself in my direction.

And then Marcus sunk a blade into her torso.

I gasped.

She fell to the ground.

“Do it!” Marcus yelled with a wild look in his eye, blade still embedded into Theia’s stomach. “Do it now!”

I should have cared more that my own mother had just been stabbed, I realized.

But I only felt a bubble of satisfaction.

“Here,” I said, holding out my bleeding hand to Narcissa. “Do it.”

She began chanting again, and within a few seconds, the shimmering wall of the veil was back.

I could feel its power calling to me in a way I never had felt before.

“How do we know it will be them who come back through the veil?” I asked.

“This is their home,” Marcus answered from the back of the room. “You crack that veil, and they’ll come.”

I hoped he was right. With every single ounce of my soul, I hoped.

I became vaguely aware of Theia’s muffled laughter in the room behind us. She wasn’t dead, so that was something. Although part of me wished she was. She would never forgive me for this, would never let me live this down.

Narcissa was yelling now, chanting words in a language I couldn’t understand. She gripped my palm and flipped it over the fire. The heat burned my skin, but I didn’t care. She needed this. I needed this.

Alek needed this.

Come home, Alek. Come back to me.

I watched in awe as the sheer, shimmering light of the veil parted, like a doorway.

“There it is!” Marcus yelled. “It’s open!”

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