“Idotrust her,” I snapped. “It’s you I don’t trust! Why would you tell him our plan?”
She gripped her arm tightly as she shifted on her feet. “I'm sorry, Alister.”
“How do you kill a necromancer with no magical energy or soul?”
“To be fair, he was never part of the necromancer coven. He became a necromancer because he had the power of necromancy, but he was born to a different coven. He was never as morbid as the others, but he also wasn't as pure as Kian,” she admitted, telling me shit I didn’t care to know.
The doors down the hall slammed open as more humans rushed in.
“This isn't over,” I snapped at her and gripped the locket around my neck.
I loved my mother, but I loved Wren more than anything in this world, and if anything happened to her, I would destroy anyone who caused it.
FORTY-SIX
Wren
Magicthrummedthroughmyveins as I stepped through the thick steel door with an array of locks on it.
My breath hitched in my throat as I stared at the supernatural relic. It was just as beautiful as it was at the dig site. The soft glow of the crystal inside illuminated the room in blue. The lights in the room were off, and yet everything was so clear.
Nerves fluttered in my belly as I moved closer, thankful I truly was unaffected in this form. I scanned the room for all possible threats.
There were five other humans in the room, and I was hesitant to allow my shadow to go corporeal near the relic, but Blair had told me to listen to my instincts over anything. It was my role, and I would do everything I could to do it right.
I glided behind one guard and noticed that none of the humans spoke to each other.
Focusing on my chest and the mark between my breasts, I allowed it to become corporeal at the same time I thrust the shadow into the guard’s neck and made it incorporeal again.
“What was that?” one of the guards barked, rushing over.
Another one ran beside him and peered down at the dead guard. “There's blood. Fuck! He’s been stabbed.”
“How the fuck could that happen?”
Panic erupted around the room.
I noticed that my magical energy drained more than usual when using my shadow, but it definitely wasn't draining.
My shadow danced between corporeal and incorporeal to take out the rest of the guards, getting close and letting my shadow tendril stab into their throats, draining the life out of them.
Guilt swirled around me before I pushed it away. They had chosen their side, and I would not feel guilty about the approach I took in their deaths.
Stealth was my strength, and I was going to lean into it. It may not necessarily be fair because war was not fair.
I rummaged in my bag slung around me before my hand slid across the cold metal of the contraption Norman had made from what the good humans had given him.
An unwelcome shiver wracked my body as I thought of using it. The only time I had ever seen guns was when I was shot or when those I loved were.
To think about actually holding it sent chills down my spine. I probably should have taken Norman up on his offer to teach me how to use it properly, but it was simple enough. Point and pull the trigger.
My head blurred as I stumbled a bit. It was taking a lot of magical energy to hold my bag and all of the objects within it in this form with me.
I needed to make this quick. I adjusted the gun in my hand and pointed it toward the crystal embedded into the relic, letting it go corporeal.
Just as the muscle in my finger twitched to pull the trigger, the gun flew from my hand and ended up in the hands of a man I had seen once before. My skin crawled as I stared at him, letting my hand go incorporeal again.
He was the former wizard who had created the relic.
