Page 143 of The Last De Loughrey Dynasty

She was my fallen star, and she wasn’t going to return to the night sky.

Not if I could challenge fate.

Wind shook the maze, and thunder cracked far away in the sky. A storm was coming.

The balance was shifting.

I glared at the man who took the one thing precious to me in life and ripped her away forever.

He took everything from me.

Hatred burned in my chest as I watched pride cross his features while Naomi and Jesse held him to the ground. He didn’t fight back. He didn’t have to because all he wanted had already come to pass.

The damage was already done.

And I couldn’t piece together how he’d been able to do this. To kill her. To kill a girl who had looked up to him. To kill Doe, who found salvation in the form of his grace.

How could he be so heartless?

Taking her life like it meant nothing.

My heart felt heavy in my chest, knowing she was gone, but I wouldn’t accept this.

I. Wouldn’t. Let. Her. Go.

It took everything to place my girl’s limp body down onto the cold ground. I pressed my lips to her cold forehead as a tremor rolled through my body.

“Wait for me, my star,” I breathed against her skin.

I stood up and stalked straight over to the book that held so many dark rituals and spells that I was certain I’d find my answer on one of the pages.

“What are you doing, Archer?” Naomi asked me between sobs, grieving the loss of Doe. But I wouldn’t let sadness destroy me. I would get her back.

I’d pull her from the sky with my bare hands if I had to.

“Necromancy,” I answered, my voice sounding strangely emotionless. My heart felt empty. With her not there to be my guiding light in the darkness, I was lost to it. It would eat away to the very bone.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I’d bring her back.

Anwir scoffed, “necromancy is the most dangerous form of sorcery there is, Archer. You have no idea of the consequences and the sacrifices—”

I spun around, fury blinding me. “Do not speak to me! I couldn’t care less about the sacrifices it would cost me when it meant that she’d come back!” I yelled at him, in pure, utter hatred. “You wouldn’t understand it because you’re a coldhearted bastard who has never loved someone.”

“You know nothing about me, kid. I know love, but I saw the greatness—the bigger picture, and sacrificed love for all of us,” he hissed, and my fist snapped out, colliding with his jaw.

I have never felt anger this immensely before.

“You killed the girl you loved for some stupid power that everyone will call you mad for believing in it. You’re the epitome of heartlessness, Anwir,” I spat in his face, before I turned my back on him and flipped through the pages of the book.

Hecate was the goddess of necromancy, there must be something in here. Something.Anything. I’d try anything.

I flipped through the pages again and again. No, no, no. I must have skipped one by accident. There must be something about Necromancy. We had a piece of her power in our blood, after all.

Please.

“How far would you go for her, son?” My head snapped up to the dark voice of a spirit standing a few metres away from me.

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