Page 130 of Dark Flame
The strands tighten, lives snuffed out.
The cave rumbles beneath me so hard, the roof begins caving in.
It creates a resting place for the two earth witches who turned Dark.
And the final Sinclair.
Fifty-One
ALEC
It’sthe feeling of being burned alive and my head chopped off. It brings me to my knees, the ground coming toward me much too fast. The witch’s steps rush forward, an exclamation filling the room, but even with my enhanced sense of hearing, she seems far away, like she’s yelling from down the road and I’m a mere human.
The void in my chest expands upwards until something bursts and blood sprays from my mouth.Herblood, my blood…the mated liquid lands on the ground, creating a design of pure cruelty, a taunt of what was and what isn’t anymore.
“Alec!” The witch rests her hand on my shoulder, the chill of her magick coming through my clothing. What she’s attempting to do is beyond me, but it’ll fail either way. Because even without fully understanding what’s ravaging my body, even without having felt it in the past, Iknow.
Every part of me knows.
Every drop of blood that’s been signed over to its Bride.
Every vein. Every pointless breath. Everything.
Gone.
Fragmenting apart. Stolen by fate—the very thing that gifted my witch to me.
Gone too soon. Lifetimes stolen.
Harlow.
There’s no answer. Of course, there isn’t.
“Har…” I try to say around the gurgle of blood, to tell the only person here what’s happening.
So she can give up searching.
My insides shatter withherfinal breath. The bond so taut, stretched beyond distance, terror, and fate, snaps, this time stretched by death.
Takenby death.
Herdeath.
The Sinclairs once stole what was precious to me, so I took their lives. Somehow, I suspected it’d all catch up with me eventually, and now it has.
I destroyed many of them… but they’veannihilatedme.
I’d say it was the cruelest thing they could have ever done, but it’d be a lie. Because nothing is crueller than making me fall in love with her and then taking her from me.
It’s my final thought before my life, after countless lifespans, also ends.
Fifty-Two
HARLOW
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Fifty-Three
