“The magic,” Arkan says slowly.
I shake my head. “That’s not her. Can’t you feel it?”
Callum reaches for her, and I see understanding dawn on his face. “There’s nothing there. It’s like she’s… gone,” he stutters, eyes wide, face pale.
“Not gone.” I’m moving toward the door. “Trapped. Something’s trapped her. Taken her.”
“But how?” Arkan asks.
“Don’t know. Don’t care. Need to get our girl back.”
“We need to figure out what’s happening first,” Callum says.
“No.” I’m already at the door. “We need to track her. Follow her. See what she’s doing. Then we figure out how to save her.”
My brothers exchange glances.
“He’s right,” Arkan says finally. “Whatever’s wrong, we need to know what we’re dealing with.”
“Fine,” Callum agrees. “But we stay hidden. We don’t attack until we understand what this is.”
I don’t answer. Just head out into the hallway, following Hilda’s tracks.
Whatever has my mate, whatever’s wearing her skin and using her body…
I’m going to hunt it.
I’m going to find it.
And when I know what it is?
I’m going to kill it.
Fourteen
The Evil Queen
HILDA
I’m screaming.
No sound comes out. My mouth doesn’t move. My body doesn’t respond.
Because my body isn’t mine anymore.
I’m trapped inside myself, watching through eyes I can’t control as my hands move without permission. As my mouth speaks words I’m not saying.
The mirror is wearing me like a fucking suit.
And I let it in.
After the heat stripped me bare, after my mates broke down every wall I had, I was raw. Lost.
The mirror whispered in the darkness:“Let me help you remember who you are.”
I was desperate. So desperate to feel like myself again.
So I said yes.
