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Emily's pov Lester's flinch was small, but it was there. His jaw clenched, throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. His eyes flicked from Damon to the blood on his own hands as if he couldn't believe it himself either."I had to," he repeated, voice breaking again. " I had to do it or they would've killed them." Damon's snarl deepened and my mind races. My children were seriously injured and now this. " Don't," I warned Damon, throwing my arms across him as he tried to step forward to Lester. I could see the terror and grief in Lester's eyes. I didn't think he wanted to kill Pickett. We had to hear him out. I understood Damon's anger, his betrayal. I knew how this tore him into pieces inside and knew that he was probably blaming himself for leaving Lester with her. But there was nothing we could do now but to hear what he had to say. We couldn't afford to turn our backs on one of our own now. Not now. Lester's throat bobbed as he tried to speak, but nothing came out at first only a s

Amelia's povMy entire body went cold. Sister?The word didn't even make sense in my head. It echoed there, twisting and bending as I tried to process it through the haze in my head. Through the damn drugs still fogging my mind.She steps out of the shadows fully, each movement disturbingly similar to mine. It was like she was me. Even down to the way her hand swung slightly when she walked. I opened my mouth to speak, to ask what was going on but my tongue was still so heavy and my throat felt so raw. Haden shifted to stand beside her, a smug look on his face. " You don't look too happy to see me sister," she snorted, hovering above me now. There's that word again. Sister....I didn't have a sister. Well not that I recall. But she looks so much like me. There was no difference. It was like looking into a mirror. One so clear that there would be no doubt we were the same person. I swallow but it scratch painfully down my throat. Her smile sharpened, cruel and mocking. She leaned

Amelia's povMy breath stilled.The woman Alwina calls her mother steps into the room and stops only a foot from the altar. And even though her eyes were clouded, so lifeless in their milky haze, I felt them pin me down harder than the shackles did. It was like she could see right through my soul. A shiver races down my spine. My eyes scan her frail figure, noting that she held a basket with one hand that was empty of two fingers and when I looked at the other hand clutching a piece of stick meant to be a cane, I noticed she was missing three fingers. " Breakable," she rasped, voice really brittle but slicing clean through the room. " It is the weakness in the vessel that will make the transfer clean. It will be hard but bonds can uncling to the unmarked," she turned to Alwina.They were really serious about removing the bond between Raiden and me. Was this even attainable?My gaze dragged over her again, over the missing fingers, over the sunken cheeks, the pale white hair braide

Raiden's povMom's voice softens. " And you will hurt her more if you collapse out there. If your heart stops again, if the poison spreads..." she shakes her head. " She'll feel it Raiden. She'll feel you slipping. Is that what you want her to feel while she's already terrified and alone?" A low sound breaks out of me. It was a mix between a sound of desperation and part agony. Because I don't know how to answer that question. I don't know what the right move is anymore. All I know is that the burning in my chest won't stop, the bond tugging harshly as I yearn for Amelia close and safe. I press a palm to the bone of my chest. It throbs painfully."Raiden," Mom breathes. " If you die out there, she will shatter. You know she will." My heart clenches because I know she was right. Dad steps closer, voice firm and unbending. "Raiden.....you're not wrong for wanting to go. If I were you, nothing would hold me back either. But you are not healed. You will not survive a fight or be able

Amelia's povMy stomach twists so violently when I heard her words, I nearly vomited. Gone.She said the bond would be gone.At midnight.Alwina's breath hitches behind her, the sound twisting with something dark and hungry. "Finally," she whispers, voice shaking with excitement that makes bile rise in my throat. " After all these years. After everything.....finally," the happy clapping of her hand causes my head to spin.My heart pounds so hard it hurts. The shackles bite into the skin of my wrists as I try to pull back, but the movement is weak, slobby from the lingering drugs. The cold metal scrapes my skin, making me wince.I feel like someone tied down for a sacrifice. And in a way I am. The older woman drags herself toward the shelves in the dim corner of the room, her cane scraping obnoxiously against the floor as her basket sway at her side. My lungs tighten.I can't look away.I want to.But I can't.I watch her shift closer to the shelves and the closer she gets the more