Page 101 of Curse of Thorns
“I mean I don’t know about your healing powers but... there are apparently other ways to cure the scourge.” She bites her lip. “The spellbook—they need it and me—to break the binding on the Night Terror and set her free. That was always the plan. That was the reason for the trials, for all of it. They used us.”
“No,” I say again.
“Enough useless talk,” Reahgan says as he leaps straight at the incredibly beautiful blond fae beside me. Panic rushes through my body as Reahgan’s clawed hand forces its way through Caelynn’s chest, just below her sternum, and she cries out in agony.
The pain must be immense, but she doesn’t try to stop him even as bright red blood splatters against the walls.
“NO!” I scream again.
I blast my blinding light at my wraith brother. With trembling fingers, Caelynn thrusts open the door and sprints into the valley where three wraiths are waiting for us.
“She is going to die, brother.”
My breath comes out shaky.
“Let me break the mating bond first. Then, you won’t feel the pain of it.”
I shake my head. I will feel the pain of it no matter how I lose her.
I only wish I knew how to tell what’s magic and what’s real.
Caelynn
Tears sting my eyesas I run headfirst into three startled wraiths. They call me by name.Caelynn. The Night Bringer’s pet. Come with us. Become one of us.
Oh, I intend to.
Because Reahgan was right. Entirely right. My death will ensure Rev’s survival.
Victory and defeat in the same moment. That right there is the story of my life.
The Night Bringer and his apparent lover will be foiled. She’ll be trapped inside these cursed walls forever. And it will ensure the falling of the Shadow Court.
If I die... it’s all over. The good and the bad.
I’m trapped here anyway. There’s no escape for me from this place, so why not begin my life as a wraith earlier than planned?
