I tried to tear that look we shared from my memory, the one that had cut through the rain.But this token, forged by Alaric himself from his own blood, had long since been bound to my bloodline. For five years I had worn it, and I had come to see it as the symbol of our deepest connection.Now, it was a searing brand against my collarbone, echoing with his hoarse, broken pleas to me.I reached up and covered the pendant, the heat scorching my fingertips."Isolde," I said softly.The old witch in the passenger seat turned. A single glance at the blood-amber was all it took for her to understand.She extended a wizened hand, and a wisp of silver-blue mist coalesced in her palm. The mist coiled around the blood-amber, dissolving the blood seal inch by inch.The blood-amber throbbed violently against my collarbone, the pain so intense it brought tears to my eyes."Endure it, child," Isolde murmured. "He never asked if you wanted it when he put it on you."After a moment, with a soft 'snap,
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