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Morgan considered that, and he honestly had no idea what either of these two were thinking. It was fucking annoying. Why was Vix somehow easier to read despite her lack of scent? She was more expressive than these two, he supposed.

This really shouldn’t be bothering him.

“You keep saying runes and glyphs,” Morgan pointed out, her head tilting slightly. “Why is that?”

“Because those are the words she used.” Samuel tried not to snap at her, but he was losing his patience. “Some are nothing like any of the runes or sigils I’ve seen witches use. Especially the ones on her shoulder or the back of her hand.”

“‘Glyph’ is not a word witches use,” Morgan muttered, dropping her gaze to the book again. “It’s usually used to describe very powerful symbolic magic similar to the kind the fae use. Helltongue uses a similar system and so do angels, though I don’t know what language they use. I honestly don’t know anyone who’s seen an angel glyph outside the fallen.”

The memory of that burning magic leaving frost on his shirt was still extremely unpleasant. “You saw her using it though, didn’t you?”

“I could only see you three since I wasn’t able to tap into the magic of the mate bond without one of you here,” Morgan admitted, making that uneasy feeling he’d had in that clearing a thousand times worse. “I couldn’t see what she was doing or saying.”

Well then.

This was so much worse than he’d anticipated.

Chapter 24

Samuel

“Can a mortal use an angel glyph?” Samuel pressed his thumb to the silver on his index finger, trying not to jump to conclusions.

“Depends on the mortal, I guess. Some use demon glyphs just fine. There are witches with wild magic who can use fae glyphs as well. It really just depends on how much power your body can withstand. It’s just like magic. If you use too much, you’ll burn up from the inside out.”

The witch looked unbothered, but the way she was staring at nothing warned him she wasn’t as nonchalant as she sounded. Something about that woman scared Morgan, and he didn’t like what that meant.

Somehow, this mate of his was even more chaotic and unpredictable than he’d originally thought, and that was saying something after what he’d seen.

“What else did she tell you?” Morgan asked, her eyes on the floor like she might just get lost in a vision any minute now.

“Everything and nothing,” Samuel muttered, letting his gaze wander to the glass wall behind the witch and the raven to thegreenhouse beyond. “She said she lived in an eyrie before, but her eyes glow gold, not red.”

If he looked at the assassin, he might just tear her throat out for being so incredibly unhelpful.

“What else?” Morgan pushed, spinning the ring on her thumb faster and faster.

“She talks like the fae,” he admitted, watching as the automatic watering system in the greenhouse turned on. “Has a thing for names, which you already saw. When I asked her about the scars, she explained how the runes and glyphs help her body remember things she can’t – that she hides secrets in her skin so he couldn’t take those too.”

That silver spun so quickly on Morgan’s thumb even Valentina eyed the witch warily.

“Who ishe, Samuel?”

“Gabriel, the angel.”

Silver stopped spinning and it was as though the universe itself was holding its breath, just like it had in the clearing earlier.

Was he going to have to make sure she didn’t do anything psycho again? Fuck, he hated these visions of hers almost as much as she did, but it wasn’t like either of them could keep it from happening.

“The archangel?” Morgan clarified, her eyes starting to glow pink.

“I assume so since she insisted he wasn’t fae, but an angel.” Samuel flicked his gaze to the raven, who was watching the witch just as closely as he was. “That’s who took her memories, her scent, her fur, her name – at least that’s what she keeps saying. Vix repeats things a lot, almost like…”

He didn’t know what it was like honestly, but it was unsettling.

Morgan finally looked at him, and it made his stomach drop to see how that power burned through her mortal body so ruthlessly. “What kind of shifter is she?”

“I don’t know. Mylo says she can’t shift, and she’s only ever said she’s a raven.”

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