“We’ll get her back,” Iris promises, all of us knowing when she wakes up she won’t be the same. “Take care of her, we’llbe back soon,” Iris says, holding Ember’s hand and leaving the shed.
It’s quiet in here, only the sound of the nearby bugs and Violet’s shallow breaths filling the space.
I rub small circles on her soft hand before kissing her palm.
“You’ll be okay. We’ll get through this. We get through everything.”
She doesn’t answer and I rest my head against her arm and consider praying to a being I don’t believe in.
“Violet. I need you to wake up, okay?”
Nothing, just silence. I just rub her hand and plead with any force that will listen to bring her back to me in whatever form they can.
“I don’t know if I can go on,”Thorin says to me. His anguish is deep and harrowing.
We don’t know that Azure is gone.
I can’t… I can’t feel her in any way.
Remember what Lavender said? Someone’s magical essence isn’t something that you can just destroy. She’s not gone, I don’t believe it. We’ll get your mate back.
If they’re both gone?Thorin asks.
Then we join them in whatever afterlife there is.
This appeases my wolf as I stand fully and push the blonde hair out of Violet’s face. I hate it. It’s not who she is.
“Baby, come on, wake up.”
Suddenly, two glacier blue eyes are staring back at me. No longer with the warm affection or teasing nature I’ve come to love.
No, Violet stares at me like she hates me.
She quickly sits up, pointing her wand at my neck.
“Get the fuck off me, wolf,” she grimaces.
“Violet?”
The cold tip of her wand presses harder into my neck as her head tilts and she stares at me, before looking around the shed.
“What have you done to me?”
“Nothing, it was your grandmother. I’m trying to get you out of here. Your mother is outside. Iris and Ember are outside.”
“I don’t have a mother,” Violet says and I take a deep breath.
“You had some darker magic cast on you. Let’s get you home where you can rest and we can figure this out.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she says, a look of disgust on her face.
She slowly stands from the bench, her wand pointed at me the whole time.
“Violet, it’s okay. I’m your husband, remember?”
She scoffs, her nose scrunching.
“Now I know you’re lying. Where is the High Priestess?”
