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Dammit. If I didn’t get out of this damn clearing in the next few seconds, I’d implode. My skin flushed with heated fury, hotter than any magma chamber.
He won’t die.
He won’t die.
He won’t die.
“The vampire has chosen his path,” Caer said. “Let him be. The curse may break if he—”
“Shut your mouth!” I roared at the top of my lungs.
“I beg your pardon?”
Seething wasn’t the word for it. I transcended rage, reaching alien heights. “I don’t give a fuck who you are. You don’t get to say that to me.”
“It is the truth,” she answered with indifference. “He is a fool, yet a brave one. His duty is with his people. Your duty is with the world. You must stay here.”
“Shut up,” I warned.
“Precious one, I—”
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” I clutched my head and panted, done with her. I was sick of her being inside me, of her voice crawling around in my skull. Her cold, unfeeling voice, and so tired of her manipulations.
She’s hiding something…
I had to get her out of me. No more puppet on a string.
“I’ve had enough!” I yelled. “Get out of me!”
“Paris Raine, you will not speak to me this way.”
“Get out of me!”
“No. You are the conduit, you—”
“Get out of me! Get out of me! Get out of me!”
Thunder roared in my mind. A burst of incredible white light exploded from my body, bathing everything in a blinding glow.
Music played in my ears, the most beautiful melody I’d ever heard in my life. A combination of piano and harp and heartbreak gently pulling at me.
A harp and piano again.
Huh?
“Precious one!” Caer wailed.
The light changed, twisting, revealing hints of a long corridor, of rose petals scattered across a floor. It was hard to see much in the super bright light.
And the song played on, words breaking through.
“…and shall…will be…the melody…we can…” Was that my voice?
A violin joined the piano and harp. A gust of wind lifted the rose petals, the ding of a bell sounding behind me.
I belong here.
“No!” Caer’s voiced echoed around me. “No!”
