CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
~ Kimber ~
I gagged again, arranging the bone on the floor.
I could not believe what Bel had done and then just handed me the damn thing fresh and dripping.
Thankfully, Aiko was happy and willing to clean and prepare it properly. I wasn’t touching someone’s fucking rib until it was clean and sanitized.
Gross.
“Here!” Joshua hollered in on exhausted breath. “The candles and fresh chalk from the hills at Dover.”
“Dover?” I asked.
“Oh, just forget it. It fulfills the requirement.”
“Excellent,” Dorian said and snatched it away from him. “So, what do we have to do with this?”
“Draw a pentacle on the floor,” Rilen said, reading from the paper. “These are just the final steps. Once all of this has been assembled, we’re ready to go.”
He looked over to Gwen.
She let out a breath. “I want this to be over.”
Dorian drew the massive five-pointed star as the spell at the end of the prophecy directed. He broke off a piece of chalk and put it at the tip of each point. It wasn’t what the spell required, but it made sense to me.
Roran took the candles, using the candleholders, and mimicked the chalk at each point.
Aiko rushed back in with the now-cleaned rib and held it out to me.
“Oh, no, I’m still not touching that. Put it in the center.” I waved him to the pentacle. “Don’t step on the lines, though. Just walk over them.”
“Shit,” Roran whispered, and I turned to see him looking sheepish, standing on one of the lines.
“Just redraw it,” I laughed. “The whole idea is that it’s unbroken. You’re a thirty-three-hundred-year-old druid. How the hell do you not know that?”
“Do you know how long it’s been since I worked a spell?”
“Instead of indiscriminately tossing your power around?” Rilen asked. “Probably a good millennium.”
“Oh, sod off.”
“Sod off?” Gwen laughed. “You’re in South America, not London.”
“I likesod off, you wanker.” Roran grinned. “It has a nice classy ring to it.”
“Just likearsehole,” Bel offered. “Like you are.”
“See if I ever make youdurankifeiloshagain.”
“You haven’t madefeiloshfor me at all.” Bel stopped and stared at him. “Wait. You know how to makefeilosh?”
Dorian chuckled. “Hisfeiloshare why he ended up in my bed.”
“I need that.”
Roran shook his head. “You can havefeilosh, but my ass is Dorian’s.”
