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“You watchyours,” she bit back.
He furrowed his brow, his gaze fastened to hers. “For you, I found out how to break the spell because I…”
Aura folded her arms. “Your actions prove enough. You found out how to break the spell and haven’t done it. I like your sister. I do. But doesshewant this? Or is this somethingyouwant? In my dream she told me she wanted to move on, yet revenge seems to be more important than the people, oroneperson you claim to care about.I was beginning to think there was more to you. I thought there was something good inside you, but there’s nothing in that selfish heart of yours.”
Not saying a word, Rush turned his back on her and took the knife from the floor. As he opened the door, he looked over his shoulder, his eyes holding an unreadable emotion. “You will remain in this room, where it’s safe, until the prince is dead. This is the last time I’ll ever lock you in.” His gaze softened slightly. “If it makes a difference, you’re the only one I want to fuck, kitten, the only one I ever want in my bed. Whether you’re awake or asleep, I’ll find you again. I vow it.” With that, he locked the door behind him.
“If that’s what you consider a love sonnet, then you’re a bigger fool than I thought,” Aura shouted as she bolted to the door, pounding on it until her hands were raw. “Let me out of here, you bastard!”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Rush
Two days had passed since Rush discovered that Pax had murdered his sister.
Rush needed to face the prince. Look Pax in the eyes and tell him that he knew what he’d done to Sorcha before the torture began. He would then burn him to a crisp. Send his unidentifiable corpse back to the King of Starnight.
The scent of ash filled his mouth as his dragon stirred, ready to destroy his enemy.
“Do you have something against that piece of parchment?” Astor asked from the other side of the cellar table. A small fire burned beneath a muddy brown concoction that the shifter was experimenting on.
Rush’s fingers flexed around the paper in his palm. He’d read over the sorceress’s words a dozen times now. As though maybe there would be a secret riddle hidden. There wasn’t. He’d thought about all the ways to break through the barrier of the spinning wheel to distract himself. From Sorcha. From Aura. From revenge.
He couldn’t even release Aura from the spell that forced her to sleep when leaving the premises since Astor had linked it to the original curse. The original spell would need to be broken for her to be completely free.
Rush had locked Aura in her room, and the last time he’d seen her, she’d fucked him like he’d never been fucked before, made him feel things that he’d never felt from all the past women he’d bedded. He’d lost himself in not only her body, buther.
And then he’d fucked it up.
Now that he’d had time to think about his conversation with his sister, he couldn’t be a selfish prick since his and Sorcha’s desires with the spell didn’t align. Sorcha didn’t want revenge. Rush didn’t want to lose Aura. And Aura didn’t want any of this. He’d made her hate him when he’d confessed everything about the spell and what it would do to her.
An emotion brewed deep in the pits of his shadowed heart, and it couldn’t be what he thought it was. Even though fucking her was always meant to hurt Pax—instead, it had only made Rush start to...
He studied the spinning wheel behind the tied-back curtain once more, knowing he couldn’t break the spell without being able to touch the spindle.
His gaze narrowed on it as he stalked closer. The spinning wheel seemed so innocuous sitting there. Wood and metal. Common.
But that wasn’t true. Sorcha hadlovedthe wheel, had spent hours sitting at it.
Fuck it.He was going to get through the barrier.
Gritting his teeth, he reached out to grab the spindle that Aura had pricked her finger on. To rip it off. Destroy the damn thing and break the spell. But the barrier refused to open for him. So he would play harder.
Rush swung a fist at it, determined to strike the spindle. But his hand bounced off, splitting his knuckles in the process. He pursed his lips and circled it. Again and again he attacked the wheel with both fists and feet, but it was no use.
He spat at it, and his saliva bounced off too. “Fuck you,” he growled.
“I don’t think you can destroy it like that,” Astor said.
Rush dragged in long, frustrated breaths. “It’s the only way to break the spell. How can I stop it if I can’t…” He balled his sore hands at his sides. There was a way to get past the barrier to the spindle—there had to be. “Aren’t you supposed to be flying?” He had tasked the hawk with scouting so they would know the moment Pax approached.
Astor opened his mouth as if he were about to say something more, yet clenched his jaw and nodded.
Once Astor left the room, Rush ran his hands through his hair and released a frustrated sigh.
“Fuck.”
His hands shook as he drew back the second curtain and entered Sorcha’s room. She lay peacefully in the center of the bed, just as she had for the last two years. The day Sorcha died, the sorceress hadn’t hidden herself, allowing him to strike a deal within hours of his sister’s body being returned to the palace and him finding the journal. The spell kept his sister from decaying, but it was clear she wasn’t simply sleeping. Her skin was too pale, her lips slightly blue. Her chest still.
