Page 124 of Claim Me
I’m not just a soul here; I’mme.
Because this place is the source of my power.
I call upon it now, telling it to give me strength. Because I need to channel it to my twin. Help wake her from her obedience spell.Save her from her pain.
The patriarchs start shouting, but I ignore them, too focused on the mounting energy around me.
Siphon through me and find Issy,I tell the deadly magic.Free her from her confines. Wake her from her slumber. Give her back her voice!
I close my eyes and command the death plane to do my bidding, the manipulation of power reminding me of the spells I know that can raise the dead.
But I’m not playing with souls or corpses right now. I’m simply calling on the heart of my gifts. This plane is powered by spirits, their collective energy creating a pulse that fuels my existence.
It requires respect. Reverence.Understanding.Otherwise, it would be easy to lose myself to the void of power.
Fortunately, I have several anchors that make it easier for me to focus. Help me strive tosurvive.
My mates.
Myrealmates.
I feel their vitality pulling me back into the real world, their presence stabilizing me as I continue to absorb more magic. My soul is hungry for it.
More. More. More.
Go to Issy.
Wake her up.
Make her whole again.
I no longer hear or feel the patriarchs. They’re a distant memory in my mind.
This plane has never truly been theirs to own,I think, the mental voice sounding like mine. Except, I’m not sure how I know that information—it’s a foreign concept.
But it… it feels like my magic just whispered that into my mind.
How is that even possible?I marvel, my eyes opening.How is any of this…?
My thought trails off as I realize my scenery has changed yet again.
Only, I’m not back in Iceland with my mates.
I’m in a dark room. One that feels far too cold.
A freezer,I realize as goose bumps pebble up and down my exposed arms.I’m naked in a freezer.
It’s pitch black, making it impossible to see.
However, I know I’m not alone in here.
Because I can hear someone else breathing.
It’s shallow and accompanied by a strange beep.
What is that?I feel around slowly, searching for a wall or a door or anything I can use tosee.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
