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When Shane nodded, she pulled several coils of colored rope from underneath her chair. Shamira's soul was smiling. This was SO staged, but she did not care. Banshee was a master (or mistress, if you will) of Kinbaku, a very beautiful, artistic form of Japanese bondage. Dessert was brought out as Banshee painstakingly removed Shamira's current bonds only to replace them with a web of brightly colored rope. By the time the Japanese woman was done, it looked as if Shamira, on her knees, had tried to push her way through a spider's web.

Growling, I lower my head, getting pissed he won't let me past him. "Look up, Biscuit," he says as he points to the sky, and when I see a golden strand of energy flowing from Scarlett's body, weaving above the crowd, branching out in two directions. One branch leads to Theo, the energy engulfing his large frame, which has shifted into his wolf Cerebrus. The other hangs precariously over Charity's body, waiting patiently for her shift to succeed or for her to die before attaching itself in the same manner as it did with Cerebrus.

One that felt foreign yet familiar. Aerisyr Flameborn daughter of Elisyr Stormborn and Altiris Flameborn daughter of fire and queen of the broken crown, come forth and spread your wings. My breath hitched as I watched the flames part, their ends bowing slightly. At the centre, an old scroll that was bound in sygils that shifted constantly. Hovered like they were alive. Fingers wrapped around my heart, squeezing till there was nothing left, not even pain. “I don’t think I’m supposed to touch that,” I whispered.

“Anchors. Old magic.” Ava circled the dais slowly. The spirals looked almost like the pattern in her palm — not identical, but echoing. She reached out and the mark in her hand flared faintly, silver threading up her wrist. Mara hissed. “Ava, don’t—” Too late. Her palm brushed the stone.