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“Grab his legs, Lyric!”

She laid her entire body across me, wrapping herself around my legs, and asked, “Can we weaken him with silver?”

“I don’t know, but I’m suffocating under him!”

My rage remained uncontrolled and I growled and thrashed.

“We have to do something. Sage needs him!” she screamed, and although I didn’t recognize the name, a sense of panic flowed through me.

Sage?

“You guys did this shit. Help before he kills us all!” I had no clue who the Erik guy yelled at, but threatening snarls left me when more hands pulled at my body.

Four, five, six people held me down as I fought for my freedom.

Another person ran up and placed a palm on my chest. “Luka, stop! It’s me, Ravage. Remember your oath, son. The darkness shall not command thyself. Thou shall command it.”

Who is Ravage and why do his words seem . . . important?

Lyric let go of my legs, freeing them, and Erik screamed, “What are you—”

Erik’s question got interrupted when someone slapped the shit out of me.

My face stung for only a second before a pair of soft hands gently rested on my cheeks. “Sage needs you, Luka. Come back to her.”

Memories of a woman with black hair, a beautiful smile, and a perfect body flashed through my mind and my movements slowed.

“Keep talking, Lyric,” Ravage said through panting breaths. “It’s working.”

“Sage won’t make it without you. She almost died staring into those woods because she loves you. Lavender and vanilla, remember?”

Lavender and vanilla.

My body eased as additional memories of Sage flooded my mind. She was my mate. She loved me. She had saved me.

I couldn’t protect her . . . and she died.

No.

Agonizing pain spread throughout my heart, causing it to shatter. I blinked a couple of times and the faces in front of me came into focus, my eyes landing on Ravage. “Where is she?”

“Let him up,” he instructed, and everyone released me.

I hopped from the ground, my mind frantic as I glanced around and immediately noticed a handful of people kneeled around Sage.

A large growl rumbled from my chest as I headed toward them.

Chapter 37

Sage

Intense pain licked the inside of my skull as if a million hornets decided I was their enemy, while scorching lava coursed through my brain, spreading to my muscles and traveling through my veins . . . beelining straight for my soul.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The Angel of Death himself flawlessly controlled each beat my heart took, his delicate hands squeezing, compelling it to finally abandon the only job it ever had.

My brain rapidly fired signals to my body, instructing it to accept the death I’d earned and euphoria spread through me.

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