Page 12 of Wild Ivy
Ivy shoots me a stare that withers the trees around us. They moan as Death is here and sucking the life out of all living things.
Except us.
“So you want her to keep trying to fuck her magick out of you? Is that it?”
“Don’t be fucking ridiculous,” I growl. “And don’t you ever insinuate anything like that ever again. Do you hear me?”
“Ooh, lover’s spat. How cute. Hand my magick over and it’s all done with.”
“No,” I grit out, dragging my gaze from Ivy’s. “I don’t know where you came from, but that power was not yours. At least, when I used it, it wasn’t yours. It wasn’t anyone’s. It was in a grimoire?—”
“My grimoire,” Morrigan cuts me off.
“Of course it was,” Tate mutters.
“Where is it?” Her green eyes fix on Tate, and he clears his throat, moving back a few steps.
“Don’t ask me. Nothing to do with me.”
Her gaze flicks back to me, and she glares at Tate for being a dick. Looks like I’m on my own here, but I know for a fact that I’m not giving up this magick. Not when I know we are going to need it to fix whatever the fuck mess we made in the first place.
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I glare at Morrigan,the snake still coiled around my body. “Look, we clearly have a clusterfuck of epic proportions on our hands here. Fighting amongst ourselves isn’t going to solve anything.”
Morrigan’s eyes narrow. “You expect me to just let this thief keep my power?”
“I’m not a thief,” Bram snarls.
“We need to focus on the bigger picture here. In case you haven’t noticed, we’ve royally fucked up the timeline and unleashed who knows what into the world.”
Torin nods. “We need to stop fucking about and fix this mess.”
Morrigan laughs bitterly. “Fix it? You foolish children. There is no fixing this. The damage is done.”
“There has to be a way,” Tate insists. “Some ritual or spell to set things right.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not that simple. You managed a time reverse, somehow. The gods only know how. You can’t move time back to where you broke it.”
“Why not?”
She smiles at me again. “You are a little chaos bitch, aren’t you? Messing with reality and everyone in it like it’s nothing to you.”
I glare at Morrigan, bristling at her condescending tone. “Look, I get that you’re pissed about your power. But we’re dealing with something a lot bigger here. Reality itself is unravelling.”
“And whose fault is that?” she sneers.
“Ours, for fuck’s sake! Which is why we’re trying to fix it. Now are you going to help, or just stand there being a bitch?”
Morrigan’s eyes flash dangerously. “Watch your tongue, little Death. I could obliterate you with a thought.”
I laugh harshly. “Go ahead and try. I’m Death now, sweetheart. You can’t kill me.”
“But I’m the goddess of war, death and fate. Where do you thinkyourpower came from in the first place?”
Oh, shit. She has me there. I hadn’t even considered that. Damn you, David, for not giving me a history of this power!
