Page 127 of The Omega's Bloodlinem: Part Two

“We’re trying!”

His fingers dug into my flesh, as if he could absorb everything he wanted from me through touch alone. As my own power flickered down to nearly nothing, the energetic hook that had torn into me found something new and ripped it open.

Magic rushed down the bond into Logan, my mate’s eyes glowing as she shredded the final shackle and rose up like an ancient goddess.

Her hands brushed the creature’s cheeks, drawing his gaze to hers where he was held mesmerized by the glowing light of her eyes.

“Hey! What the fuck? Oh, holy shit.”

I turned from Logan to see Rachel, red hair cascading down to her waist, eyes the same electric blue I remembered. She didn’t even spare me a glance, sprinting toward Logan, pressing against her back, and wrapping her arms around my mate.

“You’re actually doing it.” Rachel looked surreal standing next to Logan. “You can do this.”

You know how to give your magic, little star, Hecate said softly.

As if in a trance, Logan held her palms in front of her chest, summoning up the same little sun I remembered her practicing with when Melinda had taught her in the woods. Logan offered it to the man and he stared down at it before drawing her hands to his chest, shuddering and screaming as it sank beneath his skin.

Ungodly pressure crushed my ribs. Logan’s body was so close to dying and I couldn’t do a fucking thing about it except feel the agony of her impending death.

I stumbled over to them and clapped my hand on his shoulder. “Take what you need and no more. You’ve already taken so much and you can’t have her.”

I swallowed hard, following a compulsion I didn’t quite understand. I had no magic like Logan, but I made the same move, and the same glowing light drew out of my chest, leaving me hollow and unsteady. Still I offered it, the creature taking what it needed from me before a blast of power knocked us all off our feet.

Cool relief rushed through the bond.

“Logan!” Seth’s voice echoed through the forest, wrenching us from the spirit plane.

I blinked burning eyes up at the canopy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Seth chanted. I used all of my strength to turn and see him doing mouth-to-mouth on Logan, breathing into her damaged lungs for her.

My body was too weak to move anything else. The whole of me felt hollowed out and everyone was dark in the bond. Were they alive?

Seth was the only one of us spared the drain since his power had already been taken.

“Logan,” I croaked. I sounded like I’d been smoking a pack a day for decades. Even that small movement, forcing my mouth to form a word, exhausted me.

Rachel had…she’d been…what the fuck was going on? How was she there?Whywas she there?

“Logan, if you don’t start breathing, I swear to every god in existence I’ll—” Seth was a ball of panic. It radiated off him in waves.

I needed to help. I needed to?—

Everything was so fuzzy.

I’m coming.

I recognized the voice but didn’t have enough brainpower to match it to an identity.

The world faded in and out.

Logan drew in a shuddering breath.

“Thank the gods.” Seth broke into sobs. I couldn’t even turn my head to look at them, to see for myself that Logan was okay. Maybe okay was being generous, but I would take alive right now. Alive was a blessing I hadn’t banked on.

The sun was too bright, too cheerful above us, almost obscene. Light filtered through the branches, blinding me everyso often when a beam winked right down to my eyes as leaves danced in the breeze.

Seth pulled Logan closer to me, laying her down near enough I could feel the warmth of her body. He stared at me with wide eyes. “Thank fuck. I worried you’d died while I was dragging Logan back from the brink.”

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