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Zy’s eyebrow shoots over the rim of his glasses. “I am?”

“You are,” Kor says.

A frown tugs at my lips. “With me,” I add. These might be my brothers, but they’re fucking mad if they think I’m going to leave my witchling alone with either of them.

“That’s fine,” Kor says. “Our deception hinges on Daithi’s order being believable. As the three of us have been slated for possession by patriarchs, it’s reasonable that we would be charged with being her guardians.”

My nails dig into my palms as I make a fist. “I think that’s enough information for today.”

My brothers are alive.

We’re all mated to the same death witch.

We’re in the middle of a brewing war.

Oh, and apparently we’re body bags for the patriarchs when they decide they’re bored of the afterlife.

Fuck that.

“I’m going to check on our mate. You two have fun with… whatever is going on here.”

Zy and Kor chuckle and seem to share an inside joke as I storm off and look for Issy.

I had intended to taste her again, but now my fate-bound heart compels me to tell her everything I just learned.

She should have been there for that conversation.

When I find her room by following her floral scent, I open the door and see why she’d left the room.

She’s clutching the edge of a dresser and gasping for breath. It’s evident she had a shower again, because her hair is damp and a silky robe clings to her wet skin. A water droplet runs down the center of her cleavage as her body trembles.

Her gaze meets mine across the dresser’s mirror. “Jas,” she breathes, the version of my name dripping with sex. “Please. I tried to relax and shut them out, but nothing is working.”

“Shut who out?” I ask, but I already have an idea.

“The dead,” she whispers. “There are so many of them and they’re soangry. I can hear them. They’re—” Her words cut off on a gasp as she squeezes her eyes shut.

I don’t ask for her to elaborate. I can put two and two together.

This is why she flinched earlier. My touch grounds her.

It would kill anyone else, but not Ishara Doyle.

Not my fated mate.

It is exactly what she needs, so I don’t say anything as I close the distance between us and wrap her in my arms.

She immediately settles into me, but her body is still trembling.

I’ve got you, my mate. And I’m never letting you go.

Chapter18

Issy

Jasper immediately gives me a sense of peace as his touch muffles the screams.

And then silences them entirely.

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