Page 40 of Soul Fated

Why the hell wouldn’t that be fun?

And now I had a bigger problem on my hands. They wanted to try neutralizing the dagger with Lana’s blood. If it worked, Callista would be free.

But I would never get my hands on that dagger again. Hell, it might not even work the way it was supposed to. I had to use the dagger to save Destin’s life. I had to give up the dagger to save Callista’s.

Destin was like a father to me.

Lana paced into the kitchen. "So, I just what? Drag the blade across my wrist?" Bill and Callista stood in the doorway, the two thugs behind them.

Bill blew out a breath. “Whatever you do, it should be at a place where the veil is thin. Give it the best chance of satisfying the magic.”

Callista shuddered. “Please don’t say?—”

“Swan Lake.” Bill frowned at the expression on her face.

My nostrils flared. She didn’t like that answer. Why? My wolf stood at attention, just as curious as I was.

"I need to call Evelyn. Let her know I won’t be coming back as planned." Rowan pushed to his feet.

Lana frowned and glanced at Jasper. “Rowan, we can’t all be here.”

I liked Catwoman better and better. The faster these two left Bill’s the happier I’d be.

“I don’t think we have a choice.”

"I'm the one with the connection to these relics, and I'm more than capable of taking care of this." Lana crossed her arms.

Rowan glared at Kael. "If I go, he goes, too.”

“The dagger is mine,” I growled.

“It’s a relic. It doesn’t belong to anyone,” Rowan snapped.

I straightened. I was at least half an inch taller than him, and I wanted him to know it. “It’s in my charge. The only reason your third has it in her possession is because I’m not a sadist.” Callista’s cheeks flushed pink, and my skin tingled. “Where the dagger goes, I go.”

Rowan ground his teeth. “Then I’m staying.”

“Fine by me.” I leaned back against the counter.

Callista put her hands on her hips. “Can we all take a breath, please? It’s a gorgeous morning. For the first time in weeks, I have hope that I won’t be condemned to a lifetime of pain, and we’ve been with Kael for the last fifteen hours.” Her eyes flicked to mine, and I could’ve sworn her breath caught. “He’s done nothing to harm?—”

“He took you from your damn tent! He tried to kill you!” Rowan’s eyes glowed, and I suddenly wanted to meet him chest to chest. I gripped the edge of the counter.

Callista swallowed. "It was in the opposite order.”

Jasper scoffed. “Does that matter?”

“Yes!” Callista shouted. “Something happened, okay? And as you can see, I’m fine—better than?—”

“What happened?” Rowan gripped the back of the chair in front of him.

Callista stilled. She glanced at Lana who looked up at me with a questioning look.

Shit. How was I supposed to explain why I was ready to slit her throat one second and protecting her the next?

I coughed. “I needed to make sure it was necessary.”

Rowan turned to me. “What, her death?”

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