Chapter 187-2
“Where the fuck is my mate?” I demanded.
“On her way.” He grinned. “She’s been asking to see you.”
When he stepped away, I turned to London. His eyes were already moving around the cell with a
calculating look on his face. “Can you hear me?” I asked.
He nodded. So the cells weren’t sound proof. We could communicate, but we would most likely be
overheard. “Any ideas?”
Grimacing, he shook his head. I settled back and closed my eyes. At least we had some time to recuperate. I had no idea what Claudine was going to throw at us next, but I needed to be ready. Kiana needed me. Our mating bond pulsed stronger now that she was near. It gave me all the
comfort that I needed.
I had no idea how much time had passed before I heard movement in the hall. Cracking my eyes
open, I tensed when I heard the cell door on the other side of me open. A small woman was
shoved inside, and Dolan laughed wickedly.
The woman uncurled herself, but for a moment, I forgot to breathe.
Kiana.
Her face was a bloody mess, and her leg hung at a strange angle. “Kiana,” I shouted as I raced to the window. Her head slowly looked up at me, but it wasn’t relief or even sorrow I saw in her face.
It was rage. Real rage.
“YOU!” she spat out and crawled to the glass. She pounded on it with her fists, leaving bloody marks everywhere. “This is all your fucking fault. All you’ve done this past year is tell me how you’d
save me, and now look at me! Do I look saved to you? I’m going to die, and you’re going to sit there
and watch!”
She screamed, and I slowly backed away from the wall. Dolan came to peer in on me, and I
returned to my spot against the wall. “She’s not Kiana,” I told Claudine’s second. “Clever ruse, but I
can feel Kiana, and I know that horrid creature next to me is a witch glamoured to look like Kiana.”
“I suspected the ruse wouldn’t last long, but I think I’ll leave her in there a little bit longer to torture
you.”
“Where the fuck is Kiana?”
“She’s being prepared. She has a big day ahead of her tomorrow. All that power inside of her will
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raise an immense amount of magic for my alpha, and you will bow to your new queen.” Tomorrow. I had no concept of what time it was now. Was it the afternoon? Middle of the night?
“You told me that I would get a chance to say goodbye.”
Dolan nodded. “And you will. You’ll get a front-row seat as she bleeds out for Claudine. You can
scream your goodbyes then.”
Next to me, London growled. “You can’t perform the ritual. You don’t have Kiana’s kin.”
“The witch has proven difficult to capture, which is why I’m leaving now to join the hunt. I suspect will have her within a few hours. After all, she only has to be alive for the first few minutes of the ritual. It’ll be fun to take her down. The granddaughter of the Crone herself. Poetic considering it was Evalina who started Claudine on this path, and Lunessa, well she is quite the looker, isn’t she? I wonder if she’ll fight as hard when I’m between her legs.”
London roared as Dolan laughed and walked away. Fake Kiana continued to taunt me, and I studiously looked anywhere but right at her until she fell silent. Wondering why the witch had given up, I looked over at her.
While tormenting me with my failures, she’d been writing on the glass with a red marker. I managed to glance at it once before she smeared it with her blood just as a guard walked by.
“You couldn’t save me, and you couldn’t save our child,” fake Kiana snarled. “Goddess, I hope I get to see you die. You’re no better than my father. You’re worse! I would have been better off with Morven. At least he knew how to fuck.”
I ignored her as I stared at the words she’d smeared from the glass.
Thousands of paths have converged to two. We have not given up. Neither can you.
She was a seer, and somehow, against everything else we’ve heard, she still thought there was
hope.
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