Page 119 of Cursed Heirs

And this one also had their face concealed by magic, making the appearance little more than a blur. Their voice was also distorted, like that creepy sound generated by those voice modifier devices.

The faceless figure swept toward me.

Adrenaline sparked as they reached out and pressed their gloved palms to either side of my head.

“This will hurt a great deal,” Constantine spoke, looking on with a sadistic smirk.

Gray magic with flecks of black in it emanated from his accomplice’s palms and then I jolted as I felt an unsettling cooling sensation permeate my skin. It had me shuddering.

“What are they doing?”

“Reaching into your mind and gaining a hold.”

“So you can force me to unleash my magic, because the rest of your despicable methods have failed miserably?”

I eyed the Orb in the corner on a stone table, just waiting for me to do so, and give Constantine what he wanted.

“This is Dark Fae magic, foolish Nephilim. It will achieve the desired results. But given your resistance, it will leave your mind severely damaged. I’d wanted to avoid this, because I desired to have you by my side. However, your continued defiance has led us to this.”

Despite his words, relief coursed through me.

Because I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it wasn’t possible.

Thanks to Orpheus.

The cooling sensation escalated to a freezer-burn like feeling.

But it only lasted for a few seconds.

And then the best happened.

An explosion of purple magic erupted and blew back his accomplice.

Constantine moved swiftly and caught them, stabilizing them, and preventing them from smacking into the wall.

“No. It can’t be,” the shadowed figure spoke in that weird fake voice.

For the first time in so long, I smiled. “Oh, but it is.”

“What happened?” Constantine demanded of them.

“She’s been protected from Dark Fae mind meddling.” They hung their head. “By the Dark Fae Prince.”

“What? No. I would have seen the mark.” Constantine groused, storming up to me and calling his power. He swept his crimson magic over the length of my body, all over, until he came to my wrist and abruptly stopped. He snatched the site,uttered an incantation, then the mark became visible. “Smart boy. He glamoured it.”

“It wasn’t him. I sensed Saryan’s magic on her.”

“You’re sure? He’s already spelled her to siphon my black magic infection.”

“It’s not the same. Yes, I’m sure.”

Constantine cursed. “When they were in the same room together alone briefly while I was holding him captive.”

“Yes. He must have recognized Orpheus’ mark.”

And the shadow had just revealed themselves as Dark Fae to me, thinking I’d be in no state once they’d performed their twisted spell to be able to disclose it to anyone.

That narrowed it down, seeing as though there were no other acolytes of that species, because Saryan Hart kept his people on a tight leash. Too tight, but that was an issue for another day.

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