Page 94 of Savage Sacrifice
“There isn’t a prophecy,” Blaze grunts, and she rolls her eyes.
“Of course there’s not. Of course, there can only be a prophecy if the vampires or wolves know about it.”
“Why wouldn’t a prophecy be known by all?” Minnie asks, her voice cracking as she looks at Bryony on the bed.
“The prophecy was revealed the very day the blood kin curse was crafted,” Bryony explains, and my stomach hollows out. How does she know this?
“How about you enlighten us, then?” Lincoln grunts, but Bryony’s stare remains fixed on Minnie.
“When the sun bleeds gold and the moon weeps red, six souls shall rise where old hearts have bled. Bound by blood and fate’s cruel thread, they’ll walk the path where memories tread. Each must yield what none would give, so others lost may learn to live.In sacrifice, their truths will burn, and from that fire, hope shall return. One heals the wound, one bears the pain, one breaks the past, one weaves the chain. One guards the light, one walks the shade—together whole, or all shall fade. Gone be the kin and the cursed decree, as love prevails for eternity. Under blackened skies and twisted tradition, a world once lost shall be forgiven.”
Silence engulfs the room. It’s so thick I can hardly breathe. Then Wylder scoffs. “And you just remember that?”
The sound of a smack echoes around the room a moment later and I turn to find Tatum glaring at him while Wylder rubs the back of his head.
Shaking my head, I turn back to Bryony, knowing what she’s sharing right now is vital. I can feel it.
Her gaze is fixed on me as her lips part this time. “It’s what the heart knows, what the heart of a true witch lives by. Like it or not, Polaris, you will die. You should have stayed dead this first time.”
“We’re done here,” Asher interjects, tossing his arm around my shoulder before trying to encourage me toward the door.
“We’re not done,” I insist, and he shakes his head.
“She’s not getting inside your head like that. Fuck her and her mind games. Let these guys figure it out, but we know enough, don’t you think?”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, noting the pleading in his eyes before I nod.
“We’re out,” Asher grunts, heading toward the door, but we don’t make it far before Tatum calls his name.
“What now? What about Bryony?” he asks, and Asher shrugs.
“Send it to a vote, I don’t care. I say she stays where she is while we think.”
Blaze nods in agreement, Lincoln too.
“They’ll come looking,” Bryony promises, and Asher grunts, unfazed by her warning.
“Let them. We’re not hiding.”
32
POLARIS
We walk in silence, our presence all that is needed as we slip into the wolf building and head upstairs to Asher’s room. As the door is kicked shut behind us, I glance around the space, trying to remember if I’ve been here before. It’s a very similar layout to Tatum’s room, but the color scheme is different.
The walls are an off-white, while his furnishings are a charcoal gray so dark it’s almost black. The bedspread is fixed to perfection, not a thread out of place, and his curtains remain open, offering a glimpse out onto campus.
There’s no personality in here. There are no pictures on the walls or trinkets on the nightstand. It’s all very uniform; it’s all very Asher. This man is like a vault and catching a glimpse of what’s inside him is nearly impossible.
Asher drops his arm from my shoulders to secure the door behind us, and I wrap my arms around my middle, replaying today’s revelations over and over again.
“Do you think there was any truth in that?” I ask the second he steps away from the door, and he stuffs his hands in his pockets, assessing me.
“In the prophecy?” he clarifies, and I nod. “It felt too specific for it not to be true.”
I sigh with relief. “I agree. To rhyme something off like that, it has to mean something. But where are we supposed to learn more about it? From the witches? Because that doesn’t work in our favor when she was our only access to them,” I ramble, and Asher offers me a tight smile as he moves over to the dresser against the left wall.
“Maybe your grimoire?” he asks, and I shake my head.
