Page 85 of Thane's Demon
‘Liar.
She was made for us.
She is ours.
We will burn you.’
The voice only grew colder in response.
“She is the key to my freedom from the realm I rule. The Seal is nothing without her. And you… you have handed her to me. A gift wrapped in darkness.”
The glow surged so brightly I flinched, shielding Alora with my arm as the light swept over her.
“Bring me the Seal and bring me your little light. Your precious Alora. My precious Electus, or watch your world burn!”
“NEVER!” I roared as it felt like everything snapped inward.
The glow then suddenly died, and the cabin went silent.
The Seal lay dull and lifeless in my shaking hand.
Yet Alora slept on despite the internal battle.
I stared at her, terror and fury colliding inside me with a force that threatened to tear me apart.
Because I knew the truth now.
The Devil didn’t just want the Seal.
No…
He wanted my Fated.
To be continued in…
