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The drops of my blood hit the salt, instantly turning it a pink color that spread around the entire circle.
One drop shouldn’t be enough to do that, but this was magic. It blew my mind. Eventually I’d get used to seeing it, but today wasn’t that day.
“My blood seals this circle to outsiders. My blood seals this circle to outsiders. My blood—” I said it over and over. The last few steps were a little hurried as I tried to keep it from healing. Slitting my wrist twice in one night wasn’t going to happen.
As my blood hit the last inch of circle, it started to glow a pulsing red color.
Doing great, Dastien said as I moved past him. His fingertips brushed my arms, sending goosebumps tingling along my skin.
The blood should keep Astaroth from coming inside the circle, but it would draw him to me. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he showed up and started trying to get inside. I had to hurry.
I grabbed out the piece of paper from my front pocket. Claudia’s script looked like something out of hand lettering book. My handwriting wouldn’t be that pretty no matter how hard I tried. I met her gaze across the circle and she gave me a little nod.
The circle was good. Holding strong. Step one done.
Now, I had to create the bond. Once that was done, together we could close the portals and cancel out the evil magic that Luciana had left behind.
I moved toward the cup and the ground started to shake.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Evil spread across the circle, making all the hairs on my arm stand on
end.
A gasp ripped from my body and my heart started to pound.
I prayed I was wrong. I prayed the rumbling meant the battle outside the circle was starting. We knew a fight was coming. There was going to be a battle outside this circle, and I had to ignore it.
But I had to hurry. I didn’t want anyone hurt. Not if moving faster could save lives.
The cup shook in my hand. I read the words Claudia had written—a modified version of the spell for the Seven.
They weren’t my words, but they had power in them. I had to amplify that with my own will. My own power. As I took a breath in, I let that power rise up in me. Let the confidence grow until I was standing in the circle, ignoring the growing rumbling under my feet, as I said the words.
“Werewolf, witch, and fey. We cross the lines today. Bring us together so we might fight all the things that haunt the night. Good souls to fight the bad—”
There was shouting outside of the circle. Screaming. I blocked it all out. Focusing on the magic and the words so that we could get through this. That was the only way. I couldn’t stop what was happening outside the circle until I was done with my spell.
“Planes kept seper—”
I heard Dastien shout my name just before I felt the hand close around my wrist.
I spun, trying to wrench my hand free from whatever demon had gotten through my circle but it wasn’t just a demon.
It was Astaroth. He was still in the shape of the boy. I tried to wrench my wrist free, but he laughed and the world shook.
No. This wasn’t happening.
He’d gotten inside my circle.
How the hell had he gotten inside my fucking circle like it was nothing?
He was grinning at me, that big, yawning grin that took up too much of his face. You’re mine. His mouth grew bigger as the words rolled through me.
The cup slipped from my grasp. The spell with all our blood splattered to the ground. Ruined.
I looked into his eyes and I knew what was about to happen and there was nothing I or anyone else could do about it.
