Page 160 of Cursed Heirs

I was just making the turn toward the winding staircase that would lead to one of the lobbies downstairs when I was pulled up short by a sudden warmth permeating my chest.

I blinked and tried to shake it off, but then it started spreading.

It flowed down throughout my body.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact it was the exact opposite.

And it was… familiar.

Oh my God.

It took me a few moments to realize that it was my magic, the sensation of my own power rolling through my veins.

What was… what was happening?

My body started trembling then, my legs becoming unsteady, and I was forced to drop to my knees as a pins and needles sensation wracked my body.

I clenched my fists, wanting to cry out, but not wanting to alert anyone and worry them.

Instead, I gritted my teeth through it, until it started to subside.

When it did, I cautiously rose to my feet.

I could feel it there then.

My power.

Mymagic.

I turned my palms up and my cobalt-blue flames erupted with ease, no need to pull hard or concentrate like I had to when wielding the magic from ingesting Orpheus’ blood.

No, this was mine. It belonged to me, it was a part of me.

I couldn’t believe it.

Constantine had returned my magic to me.

But then something awful occurred to me, cutting through my elation.

Why?

I got my answer in the next moment when a piercing pain shot through my head, and then his voice sounded from within.

“My hybrid heir. How does it feel to be restored to your former glory?”

He was in my mind without my permission, forcing some sort of link to me.

“How are you doing this?”

“Using the sire bond, of course. I made you, remember?”

“Get out.”

“I will. Soon enough.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I’m going to use you as my puppet. If it’s any consolation, what’s about to happen won’t be your fault.”

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