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By Hecate, this wasn’t happening.
The white car drove off, leaving us alone on the street with the enemy.
“Now then,” Marcus said. “Time to go home. A glorious evening awaits.”
Before we could even think about fighting, Marcus summoned magic to his hands, shadows swimming in the blue energy.
“Paralyze!”
He clapped out the spell and my body froze.
Chapter 34
DRAKE
Heavy iron shackles bound my wrists and ankles together in the cell, fixed to the wall by a heavy chain.
Just like old times.
My cell, a space of dark torment. I tried regulating my breathing, eyes on a small candle slowly dying beside the battered mattress I sat on.
Back with the same stink of piss and despair. Down in the damp, chilly darkness. Waiting for her. Waiting for…
…my child to be born.
My mouth was as dry as sand, my brain a knot of confusion. Her swollen stomach made no sense.
This has to be a trick…
I didn’t remember coming here, only Marcus unleashing the paralyzing spell. Shadows had engulfed me like a sack had been pulled over my head.
I came to in this hell hole.
Shit. Where were Riley and the others?
The candle flickered, burning so low, most of it melted into a puddle of wax.
Don’t go out,I pleaded with it, on the edge of mental collapse. Fear locked me in a chokehold, cutting me off from thinking clearly.
Images of my childhood flashed in my mind, of being locked in Sandra’s basement and the abuse I suffered. I fought them off, tugging on the chain as a vicious iciness burned in my lungs.
I’d moved forward so many positive steps after meeting Riley. He’d shown me the beautiful possibilities of a better future. But my haunted soul dragged me into a pit of misery, clinging too hard.
Get up.
Get up and fight this.
Footsteps sounded outside the metal door. The viewing slot opened, allowing a rectangle of light to blaze in. Rhianna’s green eyes appeared, twinned with grating laughter.
“Peekaboo!” she called.
Fear gave way to fury. “What?—”
She slammed the slot closed, opening the door. “It’s good to see you back where you belong.”
She’d changed into a black vest and jogging bottoms, her hands resting on her bump.
“You—”
