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“Crying? Why the fuck is she crying? Pass me the damn cell phone,” I snap, but my mother doesn’t even bother to look in my direction. If anything, she turns farther away, the device tuckedbetween her ear and shoulder as she soothesmydevoted. “Talk slowly, that’s it, dear. You’re doing great. Let me help you.”
All I can hear is hysteria, which has rage rattling through my bones, so I try to swipe my cell phone from my mother’s grasp, but she slaps my hand away, offering me another scornful glare.
“He’s there?… Okay, good… Good… Perfect. Blaze is here, I’ll bring him with me, okay? We’ll figure this out together. You won’t even have to count to ten, dear, okay? And the others know. Alright. You handle that, I’m coming.”
Dropping the cell phone from her shoulder, she offers me the device with a sad tint to her eyes.
“It’s useless to me now if you’ve ended the call,” I grumble, and she rolls her eyes at me again. Instead of giving me any kind of explanation, she heads for the door, leaving me to gape at her in confusion. “What the fuck is going on?” I grumble, and she turns back to me with a heavy sigh.
“Your devoted is a witch who has a coven that you’re a part of, that also includes four wolves. The same fantastic devoted girl also died for her blood kin and is back from the dead because the curse is fucked. Sound accurate?” she clarifies, and my mouth runs dry as I offer a single, sharp nod.
“I know all of that. Why is she crying?”
She shakes her head. “I’ll tell you on the way, I promised her ten seconds.”
“You can tell me now,” I insist, and she gripes under her breath as she swings the door open.
“The wolves are on their way now, too,” she states, obviously trying to encourage me to get a move on, and although I take a step toward her, I’m not going anywhere until I understand.
“Mother,” I warn, and she pouts, her nostrils flaring as she steps out into the hallway.
“Because The Crow paid her a visit.”
Fuck.
“Asher was with her?” My heart thunders, panic for my Amica Mea sending me wild.
“Yes.”
“And?”
She rubs her lips together nervously. “And there’s been another sacrifice.”
“You know about the sacrifices?” I ask with a frown, and she plants her hands on her hips.
“It was Asher.”
My gut twists, hating the fact that Polaris has had to go through this without us there. I also don’t feel good for Asher. Having experienced a sacrifice myself, I know the consequences it brings.
“What did he have to do?” I ask, even though I don’t want to know, not really.
My mother clears her throat, inching down the hallway, and I know it’s because she wants to get to Polaris. I do too, but I need to know what I’m walking into.
“Wield the chains,” she states, and I frown.
“Wield the chains,” I repeat, but it still doesn’t make sense, even though there’s something about it that sounds familiar. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Neither do I for sure,” my mother offers, reaching the top of the stairs before she turns back to look at me. “But Polaris thinks…”
“She thinks what?”
“He took the role of The Crow.”
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“You told them?” His gruff voice cuts through the air, sending a shiver down my spine.
