Se connecterMorgana’s POV"You shouldn't have opened that, sister."The voice comes from the hall, but no one is there.Julian spins so fast he nearly drops his tablet. One of the guards reaches for his gun."Don't shoot at a voice, you idiot!"Dante comes in front of me. "Everyone stay where you are."Selene is staring at the open letter in my hands. Her lips are quite pale.“That’s Lina,” she whispers."I gathered that." I look towards the door. "Where is she?"A little laugh slips through the hall again. Then silence.Julian checks his radio. "Marcus says the case is still locked in the transport container. No one's touched it.""Then how is she talking out here?" I ask.Selene rubs her arms. "Eveline warned me that's exactly what could happen.""Right. You can explain as I read."I unfold the page.My dearest Morgana, if you're reading this, then Lina has learned to speak in your voice.Don't answer when she calls you by the name you had as a child. She can't leave the vessel unless someone o
Morgana’s POVThe little girl's voice is coming from the case again.“Victor, you promised you wouldn’t tell.”Victor closes his eyes.Mara has the box in her hands. "Lina?"The name slips out in a whisper, and I almost miss it."That's her name?" I ask.Mara nods, doesn't look at me.Dante pulls me toward the stairs. "We're leaving. Whatever's in that case can wait."A third crash rattles the building. Dust comes pouring down from the ceiling, and Ryker curses as a piece of plaster hits his shoulder.For once nobody argues with Dante.Except the box."Don't take me outside," Lina whispers.I stop walking.Dante looks back. “Morgana.”“She sounds scared.”“She also just threatened Victor.”Fair point.Victor grips Ryker's arm firmly. "She's not a kid anymore in the way you're thinking."Mara's face hardens. "You don't get to talk about her."“Then tell us why she’s still in there,” I say.Mara opens her mouth, but a scream comes from above."Alpha! The north wall is coming down!"Marc
Morgana’s POVThe voice on the case belongs to a little girl who's been crying for hours.“Don’t trust my sister.”I look at Mara. She looks at the case, and for the first time tonight I see real fear on her face."Who's in there?" I ask.“Nobody.”“Then your box has learned to talk.”Dante is moving in my direction. "Morgana, step away."The case knocks twice."Please," the girl whispers. "It's dark."There's something about her voice. Not the words really. The way she draws out the very last syllable of a word as if she's trying not to cry. I heard it through a bedroom wall years ago.Or perhaps in another life.I can’t tell anymore.Mara bends down to pick up the case.“Leave it,” Dante says.She freezes.Victor sits against the wall; it looks like every secret he's ever kept has finally caught up with him. Ryker is standing there, one hand on his bruised ribs.I look towards the doorway (our escape route is still completely blocked by rubble and broken metal). The air is thick wit
Morgana’s POVThe scar under my collarbone is burning so badly that I grab hold of Dante's shirt.“What’s happening?” he asks.“I don’t know.”Mara takes another step towards us.“Let me see it.”“Stay back,” Dante warns.But she's not looking at him anymore. She's looking at my hand as if something's going to crawl out of my skin.The pain is all over my chest. I bite my lip; I won't scream in front of her.Then it stops.Just like that.I pull my blouse aside far enough to look.The small round scar has turned silver."Oh, you've got to be kidding me."Ryker pushes himself up against the wall. "What now?""Apparently my body has decided to become a jewelry shop."Nobody laughs.Not my best joke then.Victor drags himself upright."Eveline marked the child before she left," he says. "She told me the mark would keep the second key safe."Mara points at my chest.“Then it’s hers. Give it to me.”"It's attached to my skin, you lunatic."“You don’t understand.”“Then explain it without t
Morgana’s POVThe knocking comes again.Three quick taps from inside the black case.I stare at it. Mara stares at me. For once neither of us has anything particularly clever to say.“Open it,” she whispers.“Are you mad?”Her eyes flash. "You heard Mum. You know she's in there."I look at the case. Whatever is knocking doesn't sound human. It sounds like someone tapping a fingernail on a table.The voice in my head has gone quiet.“Mara, step away from the girl.”Victor's voice is pretty weak, but Mara does turn. He's standing by Ryker, holding his injured arm."Don't tell me what to do!" she snaps."Eveline warned me about that thing."Mara goes still.“You spoke to her?”“Years ago.”“What did she say?”Victor looks at me. "The person who opened it would have to pay for what came out."Great. Another warning which nobody seemed to have bothered to explain until someone was about to die.I'm moving away from the case.Mara grabs my sleeve. It burns again, and this time I see somethi
Morgana’s POVVictor’s confession stops everyone.Even Mara looks surprised."You took my mother?" she asks.Victor has his hand on the doorframe. The bandage on his arm is saturated with blood, and he looks as if he's going to drop."Not the way you think."Mara laughs, but it's not funny."Then explain before I put another bullet in you."The biker next to Ryker raises his gun. I step down before I can think better of it."Put that thing down," I snap.He ignores me.Mara doesn't. She lifts two fingers, and he drops the weapon.Interesting. She can tell him what to do; she still needs my go-ahead to open that case.I intend to remember that.“Talk, Victor,” I say.He looks at me for a long moment."Eveline came to the Brotherhood asking for protection. She was fleeing a group of rogues who wanted her magic."“Liar,” Mara whispers.“She brought a child with her, a little girl.”My throat tightens.“Which child?” I ask.Victor looks at Mara instead of answering.That's all I need to k
Morgana's POVRyker watches me as I add the poison to the Alpha’s whiskey.“Add everything,” he instructs, his voice hard. Always hard. He just cannot pretend to be soft for too long. “I don’t trust that man to remain dead with the little quantity you put.”I do as instructed. I pour all the poison
Morgana's POVMy chest clenches so tightly that I can barely breathe. My stomach burns fiercely. I jolt awake, my breathing erratic as I sit up on the three-seater couch.But there is no blood spilling from my mouth and nose. I am neither in the grave nor in the afterlife.No. Far from it.I am in
Morganna's PovThe pit in my stomach deepens.What?!Babe?!She must have had a slip of the tongue.I expect Ryker to glare at her like he always does and tell her she is mistaken, but instead, he smiles. A smile he has never given me.“Yes!” he replies firmly. “We did it, my love.”My love?!I par
Morgana' Pov“I swear, once you get my father to drink this, I will change. The reason why I have been hard on you is because Father has been annoying me a lot lately. Once you get rid of him, I will become happier and be a different person for you. I will truly love you this time, Mor. We will sta







