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“It’s angrier,” he says with a frown.
That doesn’t sound good.
The mark isn’t quite bleeding, but the skin is raised and discolored. Ishara’s marble skin is now deathly pale, and I realize it’s not just because of blood loss.
It’s because of whatever this curse is doing to her.
I run my fingers over it, instinct wanting to help my mate.
My power is through touch, but even my magic doesn’t seem to penetrate whatever barrier has been put in place.
“What do we do?” I ask. “Can we use the death stone to talk to this spirit? Why the fuck would it do this to her?”
“We let her fight this battle,” Kornelius says with a sense of resignation. “The death stone is still lost. I did not lie about that, and as for why an ancient spirit has given her a death curse… I can’t answer. Not without more information.”
“Thengetmore information,” I demand.
Zyran rakes his fingers through his hair. He’s wearing his sunglasses, but even I can tell he hasn’t slept at all based on the slump of his shoulders. “Kornelius knows a lot more about the death plane than most witches. If he says we have to let Ishara handle this one on her own, then all we can do is wait.”
So, that’s what they’ve been doing.
Waiting with their thumbs up their asses.
I realize now why Kornelius is so calm. It’s not just the guilt of his actions, but it’s also how he handles stress. It’s got to be eating him alive to know that something is after our mate and the only thing we can do is rely on her to save herself while wewait.
“What the fuck use are we if we just sit around and do nothing?” I snarl.
I don’t care howinformedKornelius might be.
This isn’t how fated mates are supposed to work together. They bring out each other’s strengths. Theyhelpone another.
Fate didn’t introduce me to Ishara Doyle just so I can watch her die.
Ignoring my brothers, I rake my fang through my palm, then place my hand directly on the curse brand on my mate’s chest.
Nothing happens at first, but after a moment, my hand begins toburn.
This began with blood. We’ll end it with blood.
I glower at my brothers, who are just staring at me. “Well, are you going to gawk like idiots, or are you going to help?”
Chapter30
Issy
A few minutes earlier…
What a strange library.
I feel like I’ve been wandering the same section of this massive library for ages. It’s the largest collection of knowledge I’ve ever seen in all original texts and languages—and that’s saying something.
Although, I can’t remember how I got here. Or when I arrived… orwherethis is at all.
Oh, look! A Sarcee dialect original spell book!
My excitement over a rare find takes over as I gently grasp the ancient tome and scamper back to my ever-growing pile on the desk.
A desk in the middle of an enormous room.
