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They told each other that they loved each other. My heart sank at the amount of happiness they had on their faces, and Lucien looked like he was the luckiest man in the world. Zev was silent next to me. When I glanced at him, his nostrils were flared with a scowl on his face. It seemed like I wasn’t the only one affected by the scene before us.
“Are you just going to be wasting time kissing, or are we going to break this spell?” Zev snapped at them.
Lucien glared at him. “We’ve been here waiting for you, if you wanted to get started right away then you should have been here earlier.”
Katarina smirked as she moved away from Lucien, grabbing her bag, and pulling out the notebook we had been working on. Zev said something else to Lucien while I walked to her.
“Do we need anything else?” I asked, thinking of any excuse to be close to her. My wolf was angry at me because she could be ours, even though we already thought of her as ours.
“I think we have everything, except—”
Mr. Potter floated holding a cauldron, setting it in the middle of the circle.
“It’s been brewing for twelve hours, just like you asked,” he said, looking at Katarina, but she didn’t look up from her notebook.
“Thank you,” she said, flipping through the pages of her notes.
Mr. Potter looked at her for a moment like he wanted to say something.
“I’ll stay close in case you need something.” He smiled at me before he turned away.
“He was only...”
“Let’s get started,” she said, dropping the notebook hard. It made a loud sound. “Lucien, the candles please.”
He snapped his fingers as dozens of candles lit up. Katarina turned away to grab a few things we would need. I pursed my lips at the clear dismissal, trying to feel anything other than disappointment, and that my world was falling apart. Not even thirty minutes ago I was telling her it wasn’t going to work, and here I was trying to get her attention like she had forgotten our conversations.
What the fuck was I doing?
The warring emotions were clogging my throat. I wanted to tell her I loved her, that I would always protect her, and that my heart was hers. I clenched my jaw as I stood where I was supposed to, watching her start the spell. She started with Lucien first, slicing his palm while he muttered the enchantment, dropping his blood in a chalice. I was next, and I slit my palm. She looked anywhere but at me, even as I said my incantation.
Zev was last. He stared at her when he slit his palm, the hatred in his eyes was burning bright. I don’t think it was hatred towards her because he wanted her attention; he craved her love and warmth like the rest of us. Once she put her blood in the cup, she cleaned the blade on her thigh. Swirling the content in a circle, she said something else I couldn’t make out.
“We enter,” she said, and we all obeyed.
She spoke in Latin, walking to the center to dispense our blood in the cauldron. It sparked to life, but glowed violet. She added a few other items whispering as I felt my magic stir in me. It felt like I was being pulled to the cauldron. My body felt clammy, her words were getting louder, but it felt like I was under water. None of her words were making any sense.
The tugging sensation was getting stronger, almost painful. This was it, a sliver of hope bloomed in my chest. Katarina was going to free us. Pain radiated all over me like something was trying to be pulled from my body, when I heard her cry out.
I opened my eyes even though it felt like my eyelids felt like stone. I gritted my teeth against the pain, grunted when the pain intensified. A whimper made me focus on her. Katarina’s head was thrown back, her arms were out, and she was floating in the air. She wasn’t chanting anymore, black tendrils of magic were floating around her and she cried out louder.
“Kat!” Lucien yelled.
There was too much power, she was overrun with magic, it could tear her to shreds if we didn’t disperse it. I growled, fighting the hold on the magic wondering why it had turned bad so quickly, thinking that maybe this was her plan all along but realizing this is why we didn’t do blood magic, you had to be really powerful to control it.
“Help me!” she screamed.
Fighting the magic, I felt Lucien’s fire close to me; a snarl echoed in the library. I pushed everything I had against the hold the spell had on me until it finally snapped, and I fell forward. I looked over at Katarina who was crying. Lucien stumbled over to her.
“Don’t touch her,” I yelled.
“What the fuck is going on?” he yelled.
“It’s too much power for her, she is being flooded with magic and she doesn’t know what to do with it,” I yelled, getting up, seeing Zev also on the ground.
He looked up at me, his eyes glowing bright, then he looked at Katarina with worry. I rushed to her when she screamed so loud her voice broke.
