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I swallowed, my gaze fixed on the blood. So much blood; he’d cut deep. My heart hammered, a haze filling my head. Wynvail was hurt. Emlyn was hurt. Harvey—had stopped screaming.
Oh, god why had he stopped screaming?
"I'm fine," Wynvail assured me, warmth in his voice as I scrambled out of Emlyn's arms.
"You're all psychopaths," I hissed, grabbing his hand and assessing the damage. "Why would you do this? You cut so deep, you madman!"
"I wanted to be sure there was enough blood for you," he replied like that was a perfectly normal thing to say.
I froze when he kissed my cheek, but I threw him a glare when I remembered everything he'd done. He locked up my mates, terrorised them, gave them trauma, and made them fight each other. Made them fightme.
I shoved him away from me, shovedmyselfaway fromhim,and faced the dragon—and the hole I'd blasted through the Labyrinth wall. The indestructible wall that eventhe Minotaurwasn't able to breach.
How did I burn a hole through it? I wasn't even an archdemon like my mates—as far as I knew—and all I'd ever been able to do with my blood power was explode assassins until their bodies became mush and gore. This? This was so far above my level it was insane.
"I killed a dragon," I pointed out, staring at the massive corpse. Even on its side, it was ten feet high, with five heads splayed out on long necks around us, blocking us off from the path. The one I’d hacked off had rolled a few feet away. Blood rushed in my ears as I stared at it, and the silence on the other side of the wall was deafening.
What had Cronus done to Harvey?
My arm had stopped glowing, no magic blasting from my stomach tattoo either, but my own power bubbled inside me, seething mad.
"Cronus left it here for you to kill," Wynvail pointed out. "Everything in this Labyrinth has a purpose."
"Including you," Emlyn muttered under his breath, settling his hand on my lower back as I began to pick my way around the dragon heads. "You were sent to kill us."
Wynvail shot Em an exasperated look, his eyes sliding pointedly to me. I thought he was trying to say he wouldn't kill them because it would kill me, the woman he was strangely obsessed with.
But nope.
"When a titan tells you to do something, you do it," he replied, icy and baleful as he followed us around the dragon’s corpse. "If he wants you dead, you're dead."
But why come to our rescue in the Wailing Caves? He could have grabbed me and left my mates behind.
"So you're his prized bitch?" I asked, hauling myself up over a dragon neck and sliding down the other side. If I hadn't been terrified for Harvey, I might have saidwheeeee.But with every minute's silence, my magic churned faster and my anger grew to rage, blacking out my terror for the moment.
"I'm whatever he tells me I am," Wynvail replied with a little laugh. "So are you, but you're too dumb to realise it."
I ignored that little dig and hauled myself over another neck, now within five feet of the smoking hole my magic had burned through the wall. It had to be curse magic; there was no other explanation. Whoever had cursed me hadn't just stripped my own magic; they'd given me this devastating force. Probably so it could burn me up from the inside.
Something occurred to me as I rushed to the hole, bending to peer through the other side. More concrete, another corridor. "Did Cronus give me these curses?"
"That would be my guess," Wynvail agreed, throwing a warning glare at Emlyn when he shoulder-checked him to reach me first. "I don't know for certain, though."
"I bet you're not cursed, are you, golden boy?"
Wynvail just laughed, a low, bitter sound, his teeth bared. Whatever that meant.
"I think I can fit through here," I said, ignoring the way my skin crawled where I was marked. I told myself Cronus put the curses on my body with magic and thought-power, not a physical touch. My stomach still curdled though. "Em, support my back," I added, throwing my legs through the hole and trusting him not to let me fall.
"Be careful," Wynvail snapped. "You don't know what's through there.Orwhat your magic will do if you keep using it."
"Don't act like you care," Emlyn growled, his voice so deep. "She's my mate, not yours."
"Ours, in fact."
I ignored them, sliding through the hole awkwardly. Gravity dragged me down on the other side, and I grunted when my ass met solid concrete. But I was through.
"There's nothing here," I called back to them, climbing to my feet and assessing the short, stone corridor. The walls were as tall as the rest of the Labyrinth, but luckily there was no mythical creature waiting to eat us this time.
