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“I was too young and my soul rejected it forcefully. He didn’t survive the blast. I can’t claim to know what I was doing. It was simply how my spirit reacted.”
It sounded eerily similar to what happened in the infirmary. Could my soul have been the one forging the soulbond? And hers rejected it? I didn’t think so, but I didn’t like the parallelism.
“Did he …” I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“No,” she shook her head. “He didn’t touch anything other than my hands.”
Memories of her broken body attacked my mind. “What about at the Keep?” It was incredibly intrusive and the question was out of my mouth before I could stop myself. My face heated and I cursed my tongue.
“I apologize,” I quickly rectified. “I shouldn’t have asked you such a thing.”
“I was never violated in such a manner, even at the Keep,” Raven stated placidly.
Though thankful my mate had been spared that particular horror, I felt no relief.
Raven took a drink of her water before continuing. “Idiot Number Three decided to take a different approach. First, he beat me with branches and sticks he’d found in the forest. When that didn’t work, he left me without food and water for a few days, wrapped in iron chains. When he returned, I killed him.”
I added another layer to that cold fury buried inside me.
“Good for you,” Lyric said. “How did you get free of the chains?”
“I dislocated my shoulder and wiggled out of my bindings.”
“Badass,” the Shadow Blade lauded. “But how did you take him on with a dislocated shoulder?”
Raven clasped her hands together, as tightly as her lips.
“You’ve told them this much, daughter. You may as well finish it.”
She brought her clasped hands up and rested her chin on her knuckles. “If I can touch someone for long enough, skin to skin, I can remove their lifeforce, pulling it into my own.”
“Completely remove it?” Draven checked.
“Yes.”
I did my best to pick my jaw up off the floor. Draven cursed under his breath. Lyric, for once, said nothing, though her eyes were close to popping out of her head.
This was a dangerous talent to possess. Others would either want to harness it or to eliminate it. Raven sharing what she could do spoke volumes of the sway Brokk had with her, something that gave me mixed emotions.
“If certain factions knew I could do this, I would be captured and killed or turned into a weapon,” she stated, mirroring my thoughts.
“Can you lie?”
Lyric slapped my arm. “What a thing to ask your mate! She’s fae.”
“Half fae,” I corrected and turned back to Raven. “Can you lie?” I repeated sternly.
“It’s painful and will drain much from me, but I could manage it if necessary. Why? Do you think I’m being untruthful,mate?”
Her sassy lip was going to get bitten. “No. I need to make sure you can deny it if someone finds out.”
I must have knocked off some of her bluster because all she came up with was a quiet, “Oh.”
“I’m confused why you didn’t kill Circe yourself, Brokk.”
Brokk looked at Draven in annoyance. “Really? You could strike against Lyric so easily?”
The Shadow Lord shook his head. “I didn’t say that. But Lyric would never harm our younglings.”
