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“It means it’s one of your own doing this.”
“Who?”
“The leaves don’t work that way.”
I groaned. Damn the fae magic! It was so great and so screwy at the same time. Half the time, it told me everything I needed to know, and the other half, it was so cryptic, I could scream.
The bond opened up. I felt it again, as if a veil had been lifted, and I could feel Rory.
She was drenched in dark magic, though.
“I can’t do this,” I said. “I’m not strong enough.” I hadn’t been able to save Aster, either.
“Here.” Sabrione grabbed my hands, and she pulsed power into me. It was so strong, I stumbled backward, but she held onto me with an iron grip. She was crazy strong for such a slight thing. “It won’t last. It’s not a permanent deal. You have to move fast.”
“It will wear off at midnight, huh?” I asked with a dull chuckle.
Sabrione didn’t think I was funny.
“Go, Bishop, before it’s too late.”
I turned and ran out of her home. I had to find Rory before she died. I had to save her before this was a repeat of the past.
Outside the trailer, I closed my eyes and reached for our bond. It was murky, as if she was on the other side of a screen—the other side of this realm. How could I find her if she wasn’t in this realm?
I walked in a direction, not paying attention to where I was going. When the bond grew stronger, I moved in that direction, backtracking when it weakened. It was like a magical game of hot-and-cold.
Suddenly, the dark magic was so powerful, I gasped for air. Rory was on the other side, so close, and I closed my eyes and let our bond pull me through to her.
I was suddenly in a cavern, with darkness everywhere. Not only because there was no natural light—the dark magic here was so thick, I choked on it.
Turk sat on his heels near a fire, talking. Rory sat on the floor, not too far off, and she looked defeated, like she was wilting.
Where the hell were we?
“I don’t know why you keep disagreeing with me. It’s not like you have a choice in the matter. You will be my mate, and we’ll rule together.”
“No,” Rory breathed. “You won’t get away with this. You’ll—” She cut her sentence short when she saw me.
Turk looked up, and his eyes fell on me, too.
He looked terrible. Darkness clung to him and altered his appearance. He looked like a demon, but there was a shifter there, too. It was all wrong, as if I looked at two different images placed over each other.
“How the fuck did you get here?” Turk snarled.
“It wasn’t hard to find you. You’re sloppy.” That wasn’t true, but it pissed Turk off, and that was what I’d been going for.
His rage turned into a smug smile.
“You can’t do anything to me down here. Your shifter magic won’t work in this halfway house.”
“Yeah?” I prodded. “Interesting that I’m not working with shifter magic right now.”
Turk frowned. “What does that mean?”
I attacked before I could think twice. Turk was a piece of shit, and he was going to die for taking Rory away from me.
When I grabbed Turk around the neck and rode his body to the ground, he let out a shocked cry. My wolf magic was nowhere to be found, but the fae magic Sabrione had bestowed on me did its thing, and I forced it down Turk’s throat as if I could drown him with it. He gasped and sputtered, kicking. The thing about being here—wherever the hell this was—was that Turk couldn’t use his shifter magic, either. The wolf that had attacked me before was nowhere to be found, and we fought as men.
