Why aren’t they freaking out? Their sister is lying dead on the floor.
Where are their tears? Their grief?
My confusion has my tears coming to a stop as I tilt my head, watching them.
What are they doing?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Titan
Ishould’ve known better than to get my hopes up. I should’ve known it would end like this.
We wanted more than we deserved, and we reached for the stars to take it.
Now Dalia is dead.
After her sisters arrived, I moved away from everyone.
I can’t look at her dead body because I know she’s only dead because of us.
She was a test, and we failed miserably.
Will we turn into revenants now? It’s what we deserve.
Or will her sisters bring about our final end?
We killed our mate.
No one can come back from that—even if it wasn’t intentional.
“Fuck. Dying sucks.”
I frown, my head jerking toward the sound of Dalia’s voice, highly confused.
Morrigan helps her sit up, and all I can do is blink at them.
She’s not dead? How?
“I don’t understand,” I say, stepping toward them. “You were dead.”
Dalia grins. “I probably should’ve told you that you couldn’t actually kill me before the kissing started. Sorry about that.”
“Seriously, Dal?” Phoebe snorts.
Dalia reaches for Blaze, who scrambles away from her as if her touch is poisonous—although it’s really thathisis. But it’s not just his, is it? It’s all three of ours.
She heaves a sigh. “Moirai cannot be killed like most supernaturals. There are three of us, and our powers are connected to one another. While we can technically die, as long as one of us remains alive, we can be revived. The only way for us to die permanently is for all of us to die, then the power passes to the next moirai triplets.”
“But wouldn’t they be children?” Goat asks, and I want to smack him.
Who the hell cares about other moirai when the one we killed is suddenly alive?
Morrigan shakes her head. “Every hundred years or so, a new set of moirai triplets is born. There are always multiple sets to whom the power can pass to if the current ones die. It’s a failsafe. We were already fifty when the power passed to us. Unless the only set of moirai triplets living are children, it will never go to them.”
“I’d love to explain the moirai to all of you at some point,” Dalia says as she pushes to her feet. “But now is not the time. I have three mates that I need to convince aren’t going to kill me if they touch me.”
Dragon snorts. “I mean, they kind of already did.”
