Page 139 of Seduce Me in Shadow

“Sydney and I aren’t mated. How can I find what isn’t technically mine?”

“Mum said for years that your magic would cross rare lines. Try.”

I push harder. Fear, anger, determination—Sydney’s emotions flood me. My firecracker is resolved. Then… “A house. Remote. But I don’t know where.”

“Have you teleported on your own yet?”

“No.”

Lucan curses. “Remind me when this is over to beat you within an inch of your stubborn life. Close your eyes. Focus on your sense of her, not the location. Let instinct guide you.”

“If I fail?”

Lucan winces. “Best not to dwell on that.”

A fresh wave of Sydney’s terror slams into me. No more time.

“I’m off.”

Lucan grabs my arm. “I’ll get Bram.”

“Don’t bother. I joined the Doomsday Brethren temporarily in exchange for help finding Anka. After flubbing a mission a few days ago, he booted me.”

“I think he’ll surprise you. But if I’m wrong, I’ll go to Shock.”

His offer stuns me. “Even though he has your mate?”

“To keep you with yours, yes. Shock may well work for Mathias, and if so?—”

“He claims to be a double agent.”

“If he’s truly on our side, then getting him to find Sydney should be easy. Go.”

Suddenly, Sydney’s scream tears through my mind. Pain and fear scrape my nerves raw. No more talking.

I close my eyes, focusing on Sydney with every fiber of my being. Then I’m plunging into darkness, praying I’m not too late.

Chapter

Sixty-Two

Sydney

“How lovely of you to bring me the Doomsday Diary,” Mathias purrs, his smile razor-sharp. “I’ll reward Zain later. But now, my dear, you must tell me how the book works.”

I stagger as the teleportation fades, the unfamiliar room spinning. I blink, trying to get my bearings. But all I see is an unfamiliar house. And Mathias.

Fear slices down my spine. Facing him alone is a far cry from our previous encounter. I have no protection at all.

I clutch the book to my chest. “What will you do with it?”

His fingers sift through my hair, and I fight a shudder. “Unite magickind, of course.”

Under the banner of false equality and his cruel thumb? Not bloody likely.

“How does the book work?” he presses.

My best defense is to play dumb. “I don’t know. I’m not a witch.”

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