Page 66 of Foretold

He must have mirrored my magic.

He touched me and had a vision.

He knows what I am.

Fuck.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” he whisper-yells, his hands gripping my shoulders. “You’re a fucking seer?”

“What did you see?” I ask him, gripping his forearms.

Fear flickers in his green eyes, his throat working as he swallows, “I saw—”

“What’s wrong?” Bane demands, rushing up to us. “Axe, get your fucking hands off her.”

My brother lets me go, and Bane pulls me against him.

Axe scowls. He wasn’t hurting me, but I see the way he was looming over me could appear aggressive. “Nothing is wrong. I’m having a private conversation with my sister, who is apparently a fucking seer and didn’t tell any of us.”

So much for a private conversation.

I’m about to yell at Axe for having a big fucking mouth when out of nowhere, five vampires appear.

And then all I see is darkness.

***

My eyes flutter open, focusing on the dark stone ceiling, my head feeling heavy.What happened?Sitting up, I realize I’m all but lying on top of Bane, and we’re alone in a cell. Our legs are shackled in thick silver, and I start to panic, and it all comes back to me.

The vampires took us.

Bane is bleeding from his head, the blood dripping down his face. His lip is swollen, his eyes are purple, and likely will be black tomorrow. Ripping off a strip from my tunic, I gently press down on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding while I heal him.

How did they get to us?

How did I get knocked out?

I don’t remember fighting, just passing out.

“Bane?” I whisper, checking his pulse. Placing my warm hands on him, I let my healing magic do its job, watching in satisfaction as all the damage on him disappears, only a slight discomfort hitting me. My magic is getting stronger and stronger because before, I would have been drained and have had to sleep it off.

He’s alive, and when his dark eyes open, they flicker amber. “Are you okay?”

Bane takes me in silently, then forces himself to sit up. “Motherfucker. You healed me?”

“Of course I did. What happened?” I ask, still confused.

“The vampires came and used a witch spell on you. It knocked you unconscious. It happened so fucking fast. When they tried to zip you away, I quickly held onto you and came with you. I fought them off when they tried to separate us, so they gave up and threw me in here with you. There were a lot of them.”

“You could have zipped away.”

“I’m not leaving you. What kind of male do you think I am?” He scowls, leaning his head back against the stone wall. “And these shackles are magic. We can’t zip now, even if I had the energy.” I don’t miss the way his half-mast eyes zoom in on my neck.

Of course, he lost a lot of blood. He must be hungry.

“Bane, do you need—”

“No,” he growls out, closing his eyes. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

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