Page 266 of Lady of Starfire

Burningit all. A message to the Fire Court. A message to her.

“The rebel camps are in that path,” Cassius said, voicing the thought no one wanted to say. “That’s why Callan is summoning you.”

“Okay,” Scarlett said, shoving aside her panic as her mind swirled with possibilities. Wind and Earth Court armies couldn’t leave. They’d risk losing their own territories. But Ashtine and Briar were already here. Cethin, Kailia, Tybalt. She was a goddess. Sorin was basically a god. And they had—

“Briar, you and Ashtine go get Azrael. He can Travel everyone to the rebel camp. Eliza, get everyone else ready for battle so you can go when they get back. He’s the only one of us who has been there. Make portals for our forces to go and defend the mortals. Sorin, I need you with me,” she said, turning and running before anyone could say another word.

She raced to the second floor where Mordecai and Nuri were being kept under surveillance. Bursting into the room, they both leapt to their feet, grabbing nearby weapons.

“What the fuck, Scarlett?” Nuri said with a glare.

“Alaric is coming,” Scarlett said. She was still holding the Sorceress’s spell book, and she flipped it open, frantically searching the pages.

She listened while Sorin quickly filled them in on everything that was happening, and when he finished, Nuri demanded, “What the hell are you doing here? Go help them, Scarlett!”

“We’re going to,” she muttered, finding the page she was looking for. She looked up, meeting Nuri’s eyes. “And you’re coming with us.”

“I can’t,” Nuri balked, the little color she had in her skin leeching out. “He will make—”

“Not if you are no longer bound to him,” Scarlett interrupted, turning the book so Nuri could see. “I know how.”

“It is not possible to nullify a Blood Bond,” Mordecai cut in, taking the spell book from Scarlett and studying the page. “Only the death of the one she is bound to can end it. It is fate.”

“A goddess can end it when she can name Fate,” Scarlett corrected.

Mordecai’s brows knitted together. “The Fates’ names are not known.”

“Gehenna saidhername,” Scarlett said, turning to Sorin.

“That is not possible,” Mordecai argued. “Her name has been lost since the time of the World Walkers.”

“But I know it,” Sorin said as understanding dawned. “Beatrix told me the name. Their family had been keeping it a secret for centuries.”

“Quick,” Scarlett said, reaching for a knife from her belt. “We do not have time to debate this.”

“You are sure about this, Scarlett?” Nuri asked, extending a shaking hand to her. “If you are wrong…”

“This will free you, Nuri,” Scarlett said, drawing blood and beginning to draw a Mark on Nuri’s palm.

“That does not match the Mark here,” Mordecai muttered, glancing between Nuri’s palm and the spell book.

“Mine is better,” Scarlett returned.

“Explain,” Mordecai demanded.

“No time,” Scarlett retorted, continuing to draw.

She was so focused she didn’t see the rustling wings, but she heard Nuri scoff. “Relax, Cai. If this works…”

“Will you fight with us?” Sorin demanded.

“Of course I will fight with you,” Nuri said, shooting Sorin an annoyed look.

“Not you,” Sorin replied.

Scarlett glanced up at Nuri, who was looking at the seraph. “He can’t,” Nuri said softly.

“Then he will stay here,” Scarlett said, the Mark on Nuri’s palm beginning to glow brightly atop the red Blood Bond Mark. “Sorin.”

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