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“Bringing her back,” I growl.
He releases my grip, his face filled with shock and confusion. I can feel anguish, feel his worry for our son, our family. He doesn't think I can bring her back. “We should be searching for Lucas. My mate is dead.”
“Lucas will be fine,” I reassure him.
His voice rises in disbelief, “How can you say that? A psychopath has our son!”
Ignoring his panic, I continue carving the sigil into Marabella's chest. “Lucas can wait.”
“Lucas is just a child!” Jonah exclaims, his voice filled with desperation.
But I know a truth he does not. “No, Lucas has somehow absorbed Hades’s power when we broke the curse, or was blessed with it, I'm not a hundred percent sure.”
His face goes pale. “He what?”
“Only Hades can open up the portal to his realm,” I try to explain, but Jonah interrupts me, confusion evident in his voice.
“But you opened it!” Jonah says.
I shake my head, “Give me your hand.” Without hesitation, he does. I try to make him understand, “I thought I was the one opening it, but it wasn't me. It shouldn't have been possible,” I tell him while I focus on pouring his blood down her throat by holding her mouth open. If we have any chance of bringing her back, I need her back whole, and Jonah is part of her as he is me.
He stutters, “You're saying our son… is cursed or blessed with the magic ofHades?”
“Yes,” I confirm.
The weight of that truth hangs heavy in the air. I move, clicking my fingers. Candles ignite around the room, casting an ethereal glow. Taking a deep breath, I slice my hand, letting the blood drip around the circle.
Dominic's voice, filled with anguish, reached my ears, “You do this, when she dies, you'll die,” Dominic warns him. “There won't be any coming back,” he adds.
“Life isn't worth coming back to if she isn’t in it, I don't want a life where that woman isn't by my side,” I tell him.
ChapterEighty-Nine
Dominic nods slowly. “Give me the blade,” Dominic says, and I look at him.
“You're a dark entity Kaif, I saw what became of my mother when my father brought her back, and also you know what became of that old witch.” At first, I think he is trying to talk me out of it when he continues, “Let's not let that happen this time, fear of history repeating itself, kept me from bringing back my wife. I have lived with that regret for decades, I won't allow my son to have the same regret. So if you're doing this, you're not harnessing just your energy, you'll use the entire Octavian covens, but you alone, even as a demigod, can't harness that kind of power.” Dominic swallows and the manor’s energy seems to ripple angrily like it knows where he is going with this.
Dominic's eyes search mine, and for a moment, I see a flash of pain. A shared understanding of love, loss, and the lengths we'd go for the ones we love.
I can sense the presence of thousands of spirits in the manor, watching, waiting. They won't give up their magic easily. But I won't stop until I take it.
“You understand what that means?” I ask him. “You're willing to cleanse this place, our history? The manor?”
“She changed him, she saved my son,” Dominic whispers, looking at Marabella.
I shake my head, “No, Marabella, didn't save just your son she saved all of us.”
Dominic nods. “So I guess it's my turn to return the favor.”
I turn to look at Jonah, knowing he can't be in here for this.
“Jonah, get Eziah out of the house, grab whatever you can and take these,” I tell him. Dominic hands him an armful of grimoires.
“Why, what are you doing?” Jonah worries and Dominic looks at him.
“Get outside and take Eziah with you, we are cleansing the Manor.”
“Like with sage?” Jonah asks, making Dominic snicker.
