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Another moment of silence stretches out, and I almost wonder if she gave me my wish.
But that’s not my sister. We never argue.
Ever.
And she knows me better than I know myself.
Which is why she’ll never abandon me, even if I push her away.
I love you, Issy. I trust you to know what’s right, but I also know you’re hurt and scared. I can feel it, remember? We’re twins. We look out for each other. And I know you’re just pushing me away because you don’t want me to get hurt. You’re hiding something, and that’s okay. I’m here for you when you’re ready to talk about it, but do me a favor and play this thing out, okay? You’re not one to run. Please don’t start now.
The tears are coming and I strip and step into the shower before they can fall from my face.
I know she’s right, and I hate it.
Promise me you’ll sleep on it,she continues, knowing I’m still listening,and promise me you’ll talk to him tomorrow. Gods, you get totalkto him, Issy. Just give that a day. If you still decide to go through with this rejection, okay, but do. Not. Run.
My chest constricts as I allow the emotion to seep through it.
Jasper’s rejection is tearing me up inside, but so is his hope for our future.
And there, right in the middle of it all, is Daithi’s magic just waiting for me to step into its trap.
Fallon doesn’t know how right she is. I want to run from it and never look back. It’s the first time in my life I have ever felt that sensation.
Because I killed Daithi O’Neely, but even death wasn’t enough to keep him away.
That’s what terrifies me most of all. Death was supposed to be my safe place.
When I was in the dark and alone, I always had my voice to protect me. I hated the screams of the dead tormenting my every moment, but I also grew to rely on them.
They protected me.
Now… now I don’t know who to trust or what to believe, or if I can even protect myself with my voice like I always have, and that terrifies me.
But Fallon is my twin, and even if she doesn’t know the full situation, she knows exactly what it is I need to hear.
I promise, Fallon,I tell her as I squeeze my eyes shut.
I promise I won’t run.
Chapter7
Kornelius
Everything’s dead.
I stare at the screen, stunned, with dread winding my stomach into knots.
The magic-powered drone is showing me far more destruction than I expected if Ishara Doyle screamed.
The trees are already turning brown. Even in the dull moonlight, I can see the agonized curls of the leaves and the wilting of branches. Animals, large and small, lie unmoving along the various forest paths.
And for the unfortunate Gold and Garnet citizens within the blast zone, they lie forever asleep in their beds.
While my necromancy magic was being used to contain the power, it wasn’t enough to save the edge of the city of Lapland from Ishara Doyle’s scream—not when Jasper was apparently her amplifier.
Which doesn’t make any sense. Or maybe it does, given that Daithi’s magic is tied to the witch.
