A slow tingle started in my hands.
Yes, I wanted to kill her, but I didn’t want to prove Gideon right. I’d have to find another way to pay her back for this betrayal… for… my mind wandered to that kiss. A very real, intimate moment. She was either very good at acting or… No, I refused to believe she actually wanted me. This had all been part of the plan. Revenge for what I had done to her.
Another tingle in my finger; the prickling sensation traveled up my hands.
Focusing on my thumb, I moved it, then my pinky.
Yet, she didn’t want to leave. I heard the conflict in her voice.
What would I have done if she stayed? If she took the risk of my wrath to stay and save my home? If she had done that, maybe I could have forgiven her, but she didn’t.
She chose to leave withhim.
The muscles in my arms twitched and I could lift them slightly off the ground.
Slowly, the feeling returned, the fogginess in my head clearing. Between my immortality and my dragon heritage, not much could keep me incapacitated for long.
Forcing myself up, I sat, moving my arms, my hands, forcing the feeling back into my body.
Shadows fluttered at my fingertips, not fully solid.
I got to one knee and my vision blinked in and out, tumbling around me.
I rested my arm on my knee, breathing in deeply.
Come on, get it together. You need to go after thembefore too much time passes.
My knees buckled twice before I could stand. I put my hand on the tree, speaking the phrase to enter. The bark shifted underneath my palm, warming from my touch, and I pressed in.
“Kane!” Olivia's scream breached through the door.
I looked up, knowing she couldn't get in here.
The bells chimed.
We’re under attack.
Everything had been foggy, my mind still in a daze.
Realization came in that I had a choice to make. I looked at the lilac tree, my hand halfway in.
Anna screamed and I knew what I had to do.
I pulled out of the tree and ran up the steps, stumbling as I reached the first one.
My breaths came heavy, the remnants of whatever Deirdre poisoned me with still lingering. My stomach turned at the thought. I had wanted her. Her mouth… her body.
But it was all poison.Shewas poison.
Using the railing, I walked up the steps and placed my hand on the wall, opening the door.
A zombie lashed out at the pixies, its decrepit hands swatting in the air.
I called my shadows to my palms; the blades materialized within seconds, and I shoved the blade up the zombie’s chin, making sure it protruded out the top, killing it instantly.
It fell to the ground in a heap, its white eyes gazing at the stone ceiling.
The sudden adrenaline burst made my head swim with dizziness.
