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My heart raced as my fingers flinched, then knotted with his. “Where?”
“To release my sister and brother.”
“Oh.” I gulped. “Thanks, but no thanks.”
“I want to repay you for this. I’m going to help you get your sister back, but I need mine back first. Once they’re out, and we’ve killed Freya together, I’ll take you to Salvius, and together we’ll find your sister.”
“You don’t need me to come right now then. You can come back and get me.”
His grip tightened. “The coven will be safe here, especially if she believes me here, but just in case, Elle, I need to know you’re okay. She’s gone after you twice now.”
I tugged at my collar. It suddenly felt warmer in here. “I suppose it would be interesting to see the others.”
He smirked. “Also, your company isn’tterrible. It wouldn’t be the worst thing to have you come along.”
I opened my mouth but closed it again. Before I could say anything, a small earthquake trembled the mansion. I grabbed ahold of the window ledge, but Raiden wrapped his arms around me. Thunder pounded in the sky, followed by flashes of lightning. I held onto him until it stopped. “What the...”
Maddox appeared in the doorway a minute later. “Oh, good. You’re okay.” He whistled out a breath. “We never get earthquakes.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Iwas never going toget used to being whisked through a forest in the arms of a god, but it wasn’t a bad place to be. We got to the first prison realm in under fifteen minutes and had traveled to the edge of the province. We’d encountered another two earthquakes on the way there, but they were minor, and Raiden could withstand them.
He placed me down carefully. Holding onto his arm for support, I stumbled as my senses reoriented. I didn’t want to admit I’d almost thrown up a few times on the journey. He thumbed my chin and tilted my head upward, examining me. “You’re hurt.”
I reached my fingers to the stinging on my temple. Something had whacked me as he’d run us through the trees. A twig, I thought. I touched the blood, then rubbed it between my fingers as if it were silk. “Oh, yeah.”
He touched the scratch tenderly, the callused tips of his fingers feathering the cut, and the stinging went away. I touched it again, but there was no pain. Nothing. “You can heal?”
His smile dimpled his cheek. “I can heal minor cuts, like those. It’s my sister who possesses true healing powers. She could have had Maddox fixed up in a second that day.” He paused, his gaze drifting up to the moon. “I wanted to, but his injuries were too severe.”
“You did what you could,” I said. He was different out here, among the trees. “You said when you first came that you liked the woods.”
“I did.” He played with one of the keys, passing it from hand to hand. “It’s where I found the most solace when I was sent here from the otherworld.”
“What’s it like?”
