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“Hurry,” Lucy says, pulling my hands back down.
I refocus and reach out to draw as much magic as I can from the building, sucking in every ounce.It swells and builds inside me until I feel like I’m going to burst or throw up or maybe a bit of both.
Dizzy, I make the second cut, but it too is haphazard and I don’t quite manage to sever all the threads, so I have to cut again.
It’s too much.
My nose bursts, a searing stab cuts through my mind.The kind of pounding headache that makes my vision cloud red.Not good.
I can barely see through one eye as I grab Bastien’s arm and help shove the three of them through.
Mortem materialises in the room as I reverse the magic and seal us back on campus.But it’s not clean, the fabric is frayed and the stitching uneven, which, given I only have one working eye, was the best I could do.And the wraith must sense the weakness.The air around the piss-poor stitching bulges in rhythmic thumps as the wraith attempts to shove his way through.
My vision smatters with grey dots, but I manage to stay conscious.
Lex, however, does not.
“Move,” Bastien says, and the three of us lift her and run all the way to the medical wing.
34
Midnight
Nine And A Half Years Ago
The door to our bedroom swings open.
Aurelia is sprawled on the bed, her legs open.A woman lies between them, her fingers buried in Aurelia’s pussy, her tongue licking down her slit.A moan rips from Aurelia’s lips.
“More, oh yes.Harder.”
They haven’t seen me.
I can’t move.Like a fucking fool, I stand there watching my soulmate destroy every piece of my heart.
I blink once.
The life I thought I’d have dissolves: dinners, family meals, carriage rides at sunset.The ring I was going to buy her.
My stomach hardens.
I blink again.
Aurelia cries out, her back arching off the bed.
A cosy cottage with open fires, marshmallows toasted in the middle of the day because we’re too excited to wait for nightfall.Toes curling through sand and feet padding through long grass.
My fingers go numb, lead drops into my heart.
I blink once more.
Aurelia’s pussy grinds into this woman’s face, her eyes squeeze shut as she comes.
Soft kisses under moonlight.Warm coffee in the mornings.A lifetime of bringing her banana-on-toast the way she likes it.A face wrinkled by memories.
Strange thing, letting go.
Grief.
