Page 2 of Grave Revelations

She flinched back. “Don’t touch me, you beast.”

“Uh, uh, uh. That’s no way to speak to the one who holds your fate in their hands.” The night-being curled her small fingers into a fist, and the witch gasped as her heart constricted in her chest.

Saffron eyes narrowed to slits as the creature’s fingers uncurled, and she rested her hand against the witch’s chest once more.

The witch panted, her heart regaining its steady rhythm once more.

“Now place your hand on the amulet, or you’ll end up like the last two.”

Chapter 1

Rebecca

“Gabriel, please. We have to go back.”

“I don’t care about them. You are all that matters to me.”

“She’ll kill them.”

“They are nothing.”

“What do you mean? Please, stop. Simon is back there, and Sophia. All the witches who helped me.”

“Your dog is not with them.”

Rebecca dug her nails into his shifting flesh. “What does that mean? Gabriel, please!”

“Don’t call me by that name. Gabriel died in the icy pits of Hell. My name is Azazel.”

Rebecca dug her nails in deeper, but each time she tried to tear through skin, it dissolved only to reform.

He chuckled, a deep rumble vibrating through her. “You cannot harm me, Light. You were made for me.”

Was that a challenge? She’d weighed the consequences of using magic on him a dozen times. At this height, if he fell, she would die.

But Rebecca was never one to back down.

She spread her fingers, calling fire into her palm from the place deep within her chest. As before, it exploded from her fingertips, tenfold the power she’d ever known. Gabriel—Azazel, according to him—didn’t flinch.

She pressed both hands against his bare flesh, staring in horror as his swirling black skin absorbed the cerulean flame, and a thin blue line erupted along the arm wrapped around her.

“No,” she breathed.

Terror shot through her when the ember in her chest flared to life, and memories of the night she’d used too much magic resurfaced. Flames evaporated under her palm, and a sweat broke out on her brow.

“As I said, you cannot harm me. You are a part of me.”

An image of her dream flashed in her mind: the dark shadow who shared her fire and his wispy black wings. “No,” she whispered again.

Azazel dropped heavily onto a white, glimmering patio high above a small village, their view overlooking a sparkling blue sea.

“Where are we?” Her voice was a whisper against the pounding of her heart.

“Stay here while I deal with the necromancer. When I’ve taken care of her, I’ll be back for you.”

“You can’t keep me here. I have to help my friends. Wait... When did you learn she was a necromancer?” The words died as he set her down on ivory cobbled stones. She looked up at him, seeing him in full daylight for the first time.

Her mouth fell slack as her gaze traveled down the length of him. In her sister’s dark dungeon, she hadn’t noticed how naked he was. She swallowed. How had she missedthat?

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