Page 88 of Taste Me


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Pain rips through me as Ayla breaks the spell holding me captive, then slowly tugs on the tubes.

I’m gagging and mortified and rip them out while she screams.

“Issy! You’re going to hurt yourself!”

I don’t care. I need to be free. I need tobreathe.

I need to make sure Fallon is okay!

When I finally open my eyes, I take in the dim freezer and flickering lights.

The view through the window shows an angel diving where my sister just fell.

Nolan!

Residual power from what my sister just gave me pours through my spirit. I’m trying to counteract the impact spell to save her—but she’s not stopping, only slowing down.

I can only hope I’ve bought her enough time.

Fallon!I scream, hoping she’ll reply.Fallon!

Issy?She whispers back, sounding dazed, but not in terror like she should be.

Which means she’s okay.

Oh, thank the stars,I breathe.I tried to give him time to catch you. But I was worried… I was worried it wasn’t fast enough.

Fallon remains silent as if processing everything.

Daithi is clawing against a golden noose around his neck, but it’s already starting to disintegrate.

I flash a look at Ayla and quickly work my fingers. They’re stiff, but enough blood has flooded back into them to form sign language.

He’s mine,I tell her.

She nods and portals out while I continue my conversation with Fallon.

Heusedme to hurt you,I tell her.Hefrozeme under an obedience spell.Infiltratedour mental connection to let the patriarchs talk to you through me.Matedme against my will.

He. Will. Die.

Wait, Issy—Fallon says.

No. No waiting. He. Will. Die!

But we don’t know how the forced bond—she continues, but I slam our connection closed.

And then Daithi is mine. He writhes against his restraints.

I don’t waste any time. I grab him by the throat and lean in, grazing my lips against his ear as I utter the single word to unravel his soul.

“Die.”

* * *

When I stumble outside, chaos has ensued. The women of the Outcast Coven are free and they arefurious.

The streets are painted with blood as spells launch against one another, but the women have always been more powerful.

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