Page 73 of Premonition of Peace

“Focus! The shears! Get the fucking shears!”Bad Nat shouted.

The Morrigan carried on, unaware. “And better yet. You didn't tell anyone you were coming to see me. Did you? I'm willing to bet you didn't share that note with anyone. No one knows you're here with her. Tsk-tsk. Always trying to jump in and save the world on your own.”

I glared at her, trying to clear my mind and focus on one thing.

The shears.

It was becoming seamless. Finding the right threads was harder than calling the objects into my possession. Heavy, cold scissors materialized into my hand.

“Cut it,”The Warden yelled from the loci.

“Her thread could tie to yours quickly afterward. Cut it as soon as it starts to weave around yours,”Ann said firmly.

Then what?

“Fight like hell,”Bad Nat said through gritted teeth.

“You have a flaw too, you know. Quite similar to mine.”

Morgan raised eyebrow in genuine surprise while she giggled, almost childlike. “And what's that?”

“You don't see all the possibilities either.”

I pulled the shears from behind my back. Holding them in my right hand as my left hand reached forward and grabbed a thread that now stood out against all others. Pulling the threadthat bound her to Katherine, I slid it between the shears, swiftly closing them tight.

The Morrigan’s eyes widened as an explosion of gold flashed, blinding me for a moment. As the two strands unraveled. I tried to grasp the strand connected to Morgan Le Fay, but it snaked and slithered, sliding off of Kat’s in a flurry. I couldn't grasp it between my fingers.

For a moment, Morgan Le Fay stood still, frozen as her line disconnected from Kat. Where her psyche went, I didn't know. When Kat's eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body dropped to the floor.

It happened. Everything, everywhere, at all once. The Morrigan’s loose thread whipped around until a new thread emerged, and it pulsed, spiraling around a new strand.

Mine.

A shock reverberated through my body.

“Get rid of the shears!”Ann shouted, and I had enough wherewithal to will them away. They disappeared as quickly as they’d come.

The soul tie choked my thread, suffocating it and my sense of self along with it. A cold current rushed through my veins.

“Gods,” Bad Nat breathed, and for the first time, I heard fear in her voice.

“It's happening,”The Warden said.

“What do we do?” Peace asked, her voice shaky.

“Hide,” Caretaker and I said at the same time.

I managed to call out to one person before darkness enveloped me. I knew he’d hear it.

“Ronan . . .”

twenty-four

LUCIFER

Never didI think I’d find myself drinking with another man that shared my little witch’s heart. We’d sat in silence, staring at each other.

“Well, I don’t like this much.”

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