Page 82 of Grave Revelations

She looked up, meeting his bright sapphire eyes, and nodded.

Spreading her fingers wide, blue flame expanded along her arms, trailing up her shoulders and over her hair, blazing a path toward the crown of her head. At the same time, it shot down her legs, over her shoes, and up the insides of her thighs, closing the circuit around her body.

Rebecca waited for charred insides, strength depletion—any of the things she’d felt before. Instead, the energy was charged, lending strength to her limbs.

She lifted a hand experimentally, waving it in front of her face and watched the flame dip and grow as the air fed it life.

Now, push it.

She caught her lip between her teeth, an image of one of Azazel’s recent memories flitting through her mind. In the memory, she bit down on his lip, drawing golden blood into her mouth, and he groaned around her teeth, letting her suck the life-giving essence into her.

His gaze never wavered from hers as the memory played out.

Was he feeding her these thoughts?

No. They live with me and lend me strength when I need it. You’re simply open to seeing them now.

Her chest warmed as she examined the thought. Had she accepted this truth? That she was merely a facsimile of someone who had lived long ago? Her own sweet child and the ones who had come after could say the same, but she had always felt justified in taking her life back, knowing she was the first. Knowing they had taken something from her.

It is no different from the way I share a soul with you.

She froze, the fire surrounding her fizzling out.

“What do you mean?”

“Focus, Light. Time is short.”

“I could die tomorrow,” she protested. “This truth has plagued me throughout my lives. Please, tell me.”

Azazel’s wings twitched, a sign he was agitated. Was it because of her questions or the topic itself?

It’s because you’re stalling.

Rebecca’s brow lifted.You promised me answers.

Are you up for a challenge?

Rebecca dropped her hands. “What kind of challenge?”

An answer each time you master your gift.

Rebecca opened her mouth to protest.

A detailed one.

She grinned.Deal.

Chapter 51

Sophia

Helena bumped Sophia’s back, sliding to a stop. She couldn't see in the pitch dark the way Sophia could, so their trek had been slow. They were just outside the room where Rebecca had died. Even the slightest sound would give them away now.

Sophia turned, pressing her finger to Helena’s lips.

Helena’s sharp intake of breath stopped on a soft exhale, and she nodded.

Sophia pressed her gently back against the wall, careful not to make a sound.

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