Page 28 of Midnight Reign
“Then we protect her,” Ignatius says firmly, his eyes blazing. “Whatever it takes.”
“Well, that goes without saying,” Corvus murmurs.
I look at Adelaide’s unconscious form, my mind racing. “We need to wake her up. Find out exactly what she saw in those visions.”
“No,” Zephyr says sharply. “She needs rest. Whatever just happened drained her completely. Waking her now could be dangerous.”
I bite back a retort, knowing he’s right. But the urgency of our situation gnaws at me. Every moment we spend in the dark is a moment these enemies could be using against us.
“So, what do we do?” Ignatius asks, voicing the question we’re all thinking.
“We find out what the fuck that portal opens up to,” I state, knowing it all boils down to that. I felt it in my bones when we arrived at the stone circle. Whatever lies on the other side is our pain, our destruction…
“A key. A bridge,” I mutter. “Adelaide is the key that opens up the bridge to whatever lies on the other side. Her blood. Her sacrifice. Somehow, it is connected to her.”
“No,” she croaks, turning our attention to her as she struggles to sit up. “Not me. Her.”
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ADELAIDE
“Her?”Corvus asks, his cool hand supporting my back. “Do you know who she is yet?”
I shake my head, trying to clear the fog from my mind. The visions are already slipping away, like trying to hold onto water. But the feeling remains - a bone-deep certainty that something monumental is coming, and it’s all got to do with cuntface.
“No. Not yet.”
The guys exchange glances, their confusion irritating me even though that’s unfair of me.
“Addy,” Zaiah says gently, “what exactly did you see?”
I close my eyes, trying to piece together the fragments of the vision. “It was... chaos. War. But not just here. Everywhere. Every realm. And in the middle was her. The voice in my head. She was opening something. A door? A portal? I don’t know. But it was tearing reality apart.”
“And where were you in all this?” Zephyr asks, his purple eyes intense.
I gulp, the memory sending a chill over my soul. I don’t want to answer that honestly because it terrifies me. “I don’t know. It’s all jumbled up.”
The room falls silent as they process my words. My lie. I can see the worry in their eyes, the fear.
“Everything comes back to this creature,” Ignatius says, breaking the tense silence.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself. “We need to find out who she is, and then we find out what she wants.”
“We need to get working on these hidden places here at MistHallow,” Zephyr says.
“There has to be something on her. She’s ancient. She’s powerful. She’s somehow connected to me. There has to be information about her somewhere.”
“Exactly,” Zephyr agrees, lacing our fingers together.
“Right now, you need to rest, Addy. You’ve been through a lot,” Corvus says.
I shake my head, frustration bubbling up. “We don’t have time to rest. Every moment we waste is a moment she could be using to do whatever it is she’s planning.”
“Addy’s right,” Ignatius says, surprising me. “We can’t afford to sit on our arses. But,” he adds, seeing Corvus’s glare, “we also can’t run ourselves into the ground. We need a plan.”
“Not to mention classes. They’re later today, but we still need to attend. Addy needs the knowledge,” Zaiah points out.
I grab his hand. “Thank you,” I say softly. “For helping me see.”
