Lifting her hand, she pulled on every single last piece of her magic. She fought her natural urge to use black magic. A sensation of a hand covering hers caused her to open her eyes. And she found two figures shaped of light covering her hand.
One male and one female.
“We’re with you.”
“I’m going to fix this.”
Closing her eyes, Lanias took a deep breath. Her ears rang as a circle of light swirled around at her feet.
The force from the magic she gathered around her, ripped at her clothes tearing them away from her body as the spiraling light of magic cut into her skin. Holding back her instinctive need to flinch every time it did, she pulled more power with urgency from everything inside of her.
Lanias had to fix this.
Right the wrong of their parents, destiny and fate.
She wouldn’t accept a reality where her sister and Oye were dead. They deserved their happily ever after, Eliza deserved to have a family and home.
Eyes burning from her magic, Lanias ignored the way the flesh of her hands bubbled from the heart and clenched her teeth.
She and Alek …They deserved a chance to love each other.
Two hours before…
“Are you scared?”Zaharis asked, his tone amused. “No need to answer, I can smell it.”
Lanias stiffened, her eyes widening.
As if hit with a sudden déjà vu.
Pictures flashed past her mind’s eye.
Zaharis appeared to move in slow motion as he reached toward her. His large claw-like fingers covered her entire face. “Let me free you of that fear.”
In a flash of movement, she wasn’t sitting in the seat but standing in the center of the magic circle. Wreaths of electric purple light buzzed up her arm.
In her hands were his arms.
“I’ve been thinking we really shouldn’t drag this out.” With that, she dropped his severed arms to the ground, eyes glowing bright purple.
“Damn you,” Zaharis said with a high-pitched scream as he ran toward her.
“Enough,” Alek said, appearing between them, he moved skillfully in two steps. Zaharis’ upper body hit the ground while his lower half fell a few feet away.
“Lanias, are you okay—” He froze at the look of sorrow and pain in her eyes. He quickly went to her not afraid of the power rolling off her. “What’s wrong, are you injured?”
With a blink, the expression she’d worn disappeared, and she rubbed her eyes. “No, I-I just missed you.”
“You must have been scared.” Alek’s brow ceased. “Wait here. I’ll kill him now.”
“No, wait.” She stopped him. “I have a better plan.”
He looked back at her, with a look of suspicion. “You have a plan?”
“I do,” Lanias assured him. “Just watch.”
She put her right hand out with her palm facing up.
Snapping the fingers of her left hand, she caught the dagger that appeared and brought it against her palm cutting deep. She turned her cut palm right side up and squeezed. Her blood dripped into the magic circle.
