“Ashlyn?” I prompt after she doesn’t move for more than ten seconds. She doesn’t even appear to be breathing.
I walk over and wave my hand in front of her face.
Nothing.
A vision? I wonder, not sure if I should interrupt or… I don’t know.
I can’thearanything, which is infuriating. She’s supposed to be mine. I bit her. Iclaimedher.So why can’t I fucking?—
Ashlyn comes alive with a gasp, her eyes wide as she looks at me. “Cael,” she breathes. “Did you… did you talk to Cael?”
My brow furrows. “No. The watch is broken.”
She shakes her head. “You have to go to him, Grey.You need to go.”
“What did you see?” I ask her, needing to understand.
“There isn’t time,” she tells me, sounding frantic. “Forget about me andgo.”
Is she mad? “Forget?—”
“Now!” she demands, her eyes filling with tears. “Please, Grey. Please listen to me.”
“Okay,” I tell her. “But I’m coming right back.”
Her blue irises look glassy from the unshed tears. “Go, Grey.”
My gaze narrows.“I willneverforget you,mate,” I growl at her, needing that to be said between us. “I’ll be right back.”
My shadowing ability ignites with ease, which is strange since it was still giving me trouble only an hour ago. But I accept it and take myself to Lunar Sector.
Only Ashlyn’s final words—which she must have voiced as I engaged my shadow—seem to chase after me into the darkness. “Goodbye, Grey.”
I frown, not liking those words. Particularly as they seem to be echoing through my head with a finality that leaves me feeling unsteady.
The moment I finish here…
My thought trails off as my surroundings begin to appear, the rocky wall not at all like the elegant office I was aiming for with my shadowing.
What the fuck?
I spin around, noting the large cavern overhead and the abundance of candles.
No views of the former Russian Archipelago that Lunar Sector now owns.
No water.
Noice.
Just rocks and candles.
I attempt to shadow again, only to find my power nonexistent.
My eyes widen, my fingers automatically attempting to draw a rune. But I seem to possess no magic at all.
Just like when I was collared by my father.
Goose bumps erupt down my arms—which I now realize are bare.
