“The brew restores vitality. For now, it will hold what little essence remains steady. But it is also feeding wraith side.”
“Shit, now that’s what you call fucked.” I smirked without humor.
“Wolfe, please.”
“I’m right. I’m fucked.”
“We just need to take precautions for now. You can’t use your Deathwalker powers any more. I fear that if you do, you may not be able to change back. And it will weaken your Fae essence even more.”
“This was why the spell rejected my blood.” That was what I’d suspected.
Bastian nodded.
“Does anyone else know?”
“No. Just Sirril and I.”
“Don’t tell her. Elariya.”
His brows snapped together. “She has to know Wolfe.”
“No. Not now. I couldn’t do that to her now. She has too much to worry about.” I couldn’t get the image of her face outof my mind. “Let’s get through the rest of time, the days leading up to her reset. I don’t to her spending the time worrying about me.”
Bastian hung his head then dragged a hand over his face. “Okay. I won’t tell her. I’ll make sure the others don’t too.”
“And Arielle. I don’t want her to know either.”
“Now you’re just asking me to be an asshole. How am I supposed to keep something like this from her?”
“Because she was right the other day.” I gave him a firm stare. “She and Elariya are friends. They’re friends and her duty to me always keeps getting in the way of that. She values her friendship with my mate. I will not rob her of that. I don’t want Elariya to know what’s happening to me. If Arielle knows, I’ll be one more thing she has to keep from her friend.”
He understood.
He breathed out a heavy sigh. “What the fuck are we going to do Wolfe? The ring seemed to be within our grasp, but we couldn’t reach it.”
I couldn’t even answer.
What could I say when I had no idea what to do.
And it looked like I was already on my way out of this world.
Chapter 49
Elariya
“When the Past meets the Present”
Ileaned against the window of the sunroom, watching the morning brighten to welcome the new day.
Arielle sat cross-legged on the sofa, flicking through the pages of a spell book. After last night, she’d decided our best course of action was to resume my training.
Mostly, I thought she’d come to that decision because she didn’t know what else to do. I understood. It was easier to seek refuge under the guise of training than to accept defeat.
But I did not feel the same.
My heart was troubled, unsettled even. I felt we were focusing on the wrong thing. The problem was, I didn’t have a leg to stand on. I was also worried about Wolfe.
I woke to an empty bed, his space cold like he hadn’t been there for most of the night.
