LOGINCASSIANThe knife moved through the onion with practiced ease. I'd been cooking for centuries. Long enough that the rhythm of it felt like meditation. Chop, scrape, add to the pan. Simple. Repetitive. Calming.The soul tie flared.Fear crashed into me like a tidal wave. Raw, desperate, overwhelming fear. The kind that came when death was close enough to feel its breath on your neck.Rae.The knife clattered to the cutting board. I reached through the soul tie immediately, following that thread of panic back to its source. I needed to know where she was. I needed to get to her now.My senses flared outward, searching for the location. But something else caught my attention first. A wrongness in the air. A shift in the temperature. The smell of sulfur and old blood.My hand shot up.Metal bit into my palm. I caught the axe before it could split my face open. The blade pressed against my skin. Heat radiated from it. Not the heat of regular metal. This was infernal fire.I opened my eyes.
RAEI didn't make it to the door.Three of the creatures slammed into the wood before I could reach the handle. The impact shook the frame. They pressed their bodies against it, blocking my way out. Their claws scraped against the surface, leaving marks that looked like char.The fourth one launched itself at me.I saw its mouth open wide, rows of teeth that were too sharp and too many. It hit my shoulder and bit down hard. Pain exploded through my arm. I screamed and grabbed at it, my fingers sinking into its rough hide. It felt like touching burned meat. I threw it off me with everything I had. It hit the counter and bounced back onto the floor, already scrambling toward me again.My magic. I needed my magic.I reached inside myself for that feeling, that thread of power I had used many times before. The anger was right there, hot and ready. It was so easy to find. My chest burned with it. The threads began to form in my mind, green, bright and mine.Then they broke.They snapped li
RAEThe moment my hand closed around Conrad’s wrist, everything inside me tightened. I expected a spark or a flash of magic, something loud, something dramatic. Instead the room leaned sideways and the air pressed against my ears. My sight blurred and then pulled forward like someone had hooked a line through my chest.I blinked and the kitchen vanished.I stood in the small dorm room where it all began. The lights were dim and everything felt too close. The first thing that hit me was the smell. Sharp. Chemical. A sting that made my throat ache even though I wasn’t breathing the air with my real body. Moonshine. Not the cheap kind. The stuff that burned all the way through.Saraphina sat at a desk with a mirror in front of her. There was a thin blue line on it, neat and straight. She leaned forward and sniffed it like she had done it a hundred times. Her shoulders eased in a strange way, almost relaxing and tense at the same time. She dragged her sleeve across her face, then turned
RAE The party hit me like a wall of sound and heat the moment we stepped through the door.Bodies pressed against each other in the dimmed living room. The bass from the speakers thrummed so deep I felt it in my chest. Someone had strung up colored lights that pulsed in time with the music. Red. Blue. Green. The strobing made everything feel unreal.Luca barely made it three steps before a group of guys descended on him. They were loud and drunk and clearly thrilled to see him."Luca! Holy shit, man, you actually came!""Dude, we thought you were going to bail again!"They grabbed at him. Patted his shoulders. One of them tried to pull him toward the living room where people were grinding against each other like they couldn't hear the music properly unless their hips were touching.Luca looked back at me. His expression was caught between amusement and resignation."Come on," he said. He held out a hand.I shook my head. "I need water. I'll catch up with you."He hesitated. I could f
RAE"Right." I let out a breath. "I remember."But the memory felt distant now. Like it had happened to someone else. I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palm."I tried though. Just now. It didn't work.""At least you tried."I looked at him. He was staring at the roses, his jaw tight."It isn't enough."Luca turned his head to me. His eyes caught mine and held them. "It seems like that isn't the only thing bothering you."My stomach twisted. I looked away first."What do you mean?""I can tell through our bond." His voice was quiet. Matter of fact. "You're bothered and this isn't just about Seraphina."The words settled between us. I wanted to deny it but what was the point? He could feel it anyway. That stupid connection we had now. The one I didn't ask for and couldn't get rid of."You're one to talk." I pulled my knees up to my chest. "You're going through something as well."Luca went still. Not in a relaxed way. In the way people did when they got caught doing something they di
RAETears formed in my eyes. Hot and sudden and unstoppable."Hi." My voice cracked. "I finally get to see you."I wiped at my face with the back of my hand but more tears just kept coming."I would have come sooner. But Father..." I stopped. The word felt wrong in my mouth. "I don't know if I'm even allowed to call him that anymore."The headstone didn't answer. Of course it didn't. In what world would it? But I kept talking anyway."Because he's not my father. But he's the only thing that should be." I laughed but there was no humor in it. "He was horrible. Cruel even. In that nonchalant I don't give a fuck about you way. And Goddess knows I wanted him to give a fuck."I knelt down in the grass. It was damp with evening dew and soaked through my jeans but I didn't care."The only time he started to give maybe a fuck was when you died." My throat tightened. "It was like you had to die for me to finally have a life."The words tasted bitter. Wrong. But they were true."But when I got







