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In this world, that’s a one-way ticket to an execution.
The ground rumbles in agreement, making me feel as if the very soil is going to melt beneath my feet.
A group of four strangers corral around a fifth. A woman in the center is screaming as the mist clings to her fingers, her hair, and hangs from her like lace.
It’s not working on her, I realize, so she’s not going to be allowed to live.
Either the mist kills, or blunt force will do.
Her screams go silent after a heavy thud and then she’s one of them, stumbling along with half of her face missing.
The silvery mist is collecting more lives, and as Daithi’s minions are killing those who seemed to repel the spell, an army is being formed.
An army… for what?
Kill her!a command enters my mind, making me double over as I grip my head.
“Fuck!” Zyran growls through gritted teeth. “Okay, that’s definitely Daithi. I’d recognize that asshole’s voice anywhere.”
“Yes,” I agree, buckling against another mental blow commanding us to killher, “but where is he getting this sort of power?”
Daithi has always required the death stone to project the spell over us that subdues our will. I have no idea where the death stone is or what happened to it, but his command rakes through me like fire.
Kill her,my body screams, begging me to move.
“We should go this way,” Zyran says as he drags his foot down the path. The route would take us out of the city and into the woods.
Stumbling after him, I decide to follow, but it doesn’t make sense. My ring squeezes around my knuckle. It should have given me some measure of my free will back, but it didn’t.
Daithi wants the witch dead. It’s apparent he’s having some difficulty with the matter.
Which is why we’re here in the first place, but I care less about the witch Daithi wants dead and more about my brother’s life.
Jasper, the brother we were forced to leave behind.
Zyran holds up a hand. “Wait, do you feel that?”
I cock my head and then sense the coming wave.
I brace myself just in time.
A shock wave of raw power rushes over the landscape, decimating everything in its path. Every single body around us falls, leaving us as the last ones standing.
“That sounded a lot like a scream,” I grit out as my head spins.
“The witch,” Zyran replies as he cracks his neck. “That was her, wasn’t it?”
It was, but from what we know of Ishara Doyle, her voice can’t carry like that.
Not without an amplifier.
“Fuck, Zyran. Fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t figure this out sooner.”
He turns to me. “What?”
“Jasper’s power is over death, just like ours. And he’s with that witch right now. She could easily use him just like Daithi uses us.”
His jaw flexes. “You mean…”
