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A lock that can’t be broken.
Only one person holds the key to set me free, and I drove her to her death.
I killed her.
“You tried.”
My muscles freeze, the flames around me roaring and raging, but the smoke has lifted higher into the air, allowing me to see through the licks of red and blue.
White is what I find.
A sheet of it.
Long and sleek and blowing and then black eyes meet mine.
My heart leaps, jumping to life as if hit with a lightning bolt.
I try to run to her, but that only pushes her further away.
Like I did.
That was all I did was drive her backward, so I stop where I stand to see what she does when given the choice. Will she run and never look back?
London smirks, the flames flickering across her face, the veins in her neck pulsing as the blackness appears, zipping down her limbs like twisted twine and broken webs.
She's magnificent … and she’s headed right for me.
She steps closer and the flames bow to her, softening to nothing but a low flicker kissing at her feet.
The bond tugs from the shadows of my soul, literally dying with need for her, and my foot moves forward before I realize I’m moving.
The fire hisses, seeking retribution for my action and melts the flesh around my knuckles until they’re but bare bones. It swirls around her, guarding her and sends her hair blowing, wrapping it along her lips.
She smiles around it and it’s like a sword to the spine.
Soul fucking altering.
“Baby?”
I gasp, head whipping from right to left as I sharpen my vision.
The doors have been flung open and you can feel the power flickering in the air.
They’re making a show of it, will likely broadcast it to the people of Rathe in warning or latch lies to us to destroy our name.
“They're coming for us.” Creed’s voice is hollow but strong. “If you get an opening, take it. No matter what.”
No matter if it's Temperance, he says without actually saying it.
“And if there is no opening?” If they thought this through and this is fucking it. The end of an era. The death to our line.
The fall of the Dark Crown.
Creed nods, looking at each of us, his eyes settling on me. “Then we'll see each other in the next life.”
We turn to one another, words we don’t need to speak aloud passing through us.
At least we’ll die together.
