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“Clothes, get me clothes,” I call after her, hoping she heard, or I was going in my boxer shorts. I shake my head, hoping she doesn’t take too long.
I stare at the Lycan in the fountain, floating in the abyss of mist, flickering and moving in its shadows.
My brows pinch, trying to remember who mum sald it belonged to or if she ever told me. Shaking my head, I go to the other fountain and wave my hand through the strange murky mist, clearing it away to see mum rushing about in the other realm. My father asked her why she needed a shovel before asking if she was trying to bury a body.
I shake my head but am relieved when she sends my father up to my room to retrieve some clothes for me. Turning from that fountain, I move toward the fountain of bonds. Moving the mist again, I spot
Marabella’s, Jonah’s bond had fully merged with her and Kyan’s, and I was glad I was right in the feeling I picked up earlier when I spoke to her. However, her aura was no longer pitch black. It had lightened as Jonah’s bond bled into both Kyan and hers?
“Jonah marked Kyan?” I gasp, shocked. Neither of them was gay or bisexual. I shake my head but am happy to see a change in their auras. I scanned for mine, moving the auras just as mum appeared, her hand catching my wrist as it waded through the mist.
“Eziah?” she says, dropping a bag at my feet, the shovels hitting the marble floors with a clang.
“Please, I just want to see,” I tell her, and she looks at the fountain.
“It could alter her future,” she whispers. “It can’t get much worse than it already i s because right now, my mate has no future, not one worth living, please mum!” mum bites her lip, staring at the fountain before looking at me.
“You would risk losing her?” she tells me.
“I wouldn’t be losing her. I’d be setting her free. The things I hear!” Malachi growls angrily. The noise emanating from me and echoing off the walls.
“It’s so dark. She doesn’t like the dark,” I tell my mother. Mum nods, her eyes softening, and she smiles sadly. She washes her hand through the mist. My bright gold aura floated in the fog, and for the first time, I saw hers attached to mine, only it was blood red.
“Why is she red?” I ask her.
“It’s why I didn’t want to tamper with her fate, why I have kept her from you. Your mate is fragile,” my mother says. I stare at her, confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. It’s just a feeling I get when I see her bond with yours. I don’t know what it means, but the colors usually mean something. And I have never seen an aura quite like hers.” she tells me. Mum washes her hands through the bonds, and mum was right. There were no bonds the color of my mates.
“Why do you think hers is red?” I ask, staring at her glowing aura, fighting to get inside mine, wanting to merge with me completely.
“Mathias and I discussed it. He helped me go over some old books looking for answers,” she murmurs.
I turn my head to look at her, and he eyes glisten with tears.
“What did you find?” I ask her.
“Not much, but there was a mention of red aura meaning not of sound mind,” she tells me. I think of my dreams, the way my mate screams, and how she talks to herself in the dark.
“So you mean fragile like Sage?”
“No, Eziah. I mean fragile as in crazy, asylum crazy. Barely functioning,” she answers, and I gape.
“That’s all you found,”
“We aren’t sure it was the only mention we found of a red ambiance. It could be wrong, though. The person who wrote it wasn’t of sound mind himself,” she shrugs.
“What do you believe? I mean, when you feel her aura?” I ask my mother. My mother looks away and bites her lip to stop it from quivering.
“Mum! Please, I can’t keep living with not knowing.”
“You don’t want my answer,” Malachi growls at her.
“Eziah? Just”
“No, for once in your goddamn life, don’t hide this, don’t hide her from me,” I growl.
“She can’t be saved. You can’t save her, not from herself. Liora is not of sound mind. She is too far gone and,”
“Liora?” I ask.
“That is her name,” my mother tells me. I go to ask something else, but my mother waves her hand at me.
“Ican’t tell you anything. It is all I know. I don’t get to see your futures, not like everyone else’s, and after getting Marabella’s wrong from the dribs and drabs, I did receive. Iam choosing not to judge what I have.” my mother tells me. “Seline really messed everything up,” I mutter.
“We all did, me especially. But right now, you need to get to your sister and maybe fix her future. For now, focus on that. Marabella needs you. It is about time we put her first.” I nod, I let her down and now! would at least attempt t o make it up to her.
: Marabella
I caught a taxi to the graveyard before spending a good twenty minutes trying to remember where
Kyan’s family plot was. Once I had found it, though, I got the same strange sweeping feeling as I stopped in front of Dominic’s grave. What took me twenty minutes took Eziah only minutes to find.
Eziah appeared behind it with a not-so-happy expression on his face when he dropped the duffle bag that was hanging from his shoulder onto the ground at my feet. 1
“Got everything but the kitchen sink,” he growls at me before tossing a shovel at me. I snatch the handle out of the air.
“By the way, dad is on to us. Apparently, he questioned mum,” Eziah says as I rummage through the bags to find the old books, none of them resembled any of Kyan’s family grimoires. However, I find the dagger and a brown paper bag. My brows pinch together when I see a smiley face drawn on it and recognize my father’s handwriting.
“Dad packed you lunch?”
“Us lunch, and yes, Mum told him we were having a picnic,”
“That involved a dagger, shovels, and old books?” I laugh, and he shrugs. 2
“You know our fathers won’t ask questions. They trust the fates seeing as mum is now one,” Eziah says, leaning on his shovel. I examine the dagger. It was identical to the one back at the manor.
“So are you going to tell me why we are digging up Kyan’s father and why mum was that excited she was nearly peeing her pants?” he asks before reaching out and touching the headstone. He gets a peculiar expression on his face, and I watch him, wondering if he gets the same funny feeling that rises in me, and I bite my lip.
“Well, first we have to dig him up and see if my assumption is correct,”
“Care to share this assumption, sis? If I am defiling a grave, I want to know what for,”
“I think Dominic is alive,” I tell him, and Eziah snorts.
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