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“Good thing I’ve got you on my side,” I joked.

She smiled wryly. “Just don’t let Regan get the wrong idea.”

“We’ll talk fast,” I agreed. “I think you already know what needs to be done.”

CHAPTER 36 - MEDRA

It was the same dream I’d had for the last seven nights in a row. Wasn’t seven some sort of a lucky number?

I lay tangled in my sheets, my body tense.

I was back in the training yard, fighting with Blake. Heart pounding. Adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I sat astride him, the weight of my body pressing against his.

But this time there was a dagger in my hand.

I pressed it to his throat.

My breathing was ragged. So was his. I could feel the pulse of his life beneath my trembling fingers.

For the first time since we’d been forced into this twisted bond, I felt truly powerful.

I was in control. I could end everything in an instant. Stop all the hatred, all the confusion.

I was filled with a strong emotion. Joy.

Or was it? Why was I hesitating?

Blake stared up at me. His gray eyes were dark with fury and hatred. But beneath it, I glimpsed a hint of fear.

I relished the weight of the blade, focused on the pale skin of his throat. He was at my mercy. All I had to do was push down.

A rush of power was building up in my chest. I’d be free of him.

I faltered. His gaze caught mine and for a split second, I saw something more there.

Raw desire.

It was like looking into a mirror. The realization struck me like a blow, the breath fleeing my lungs.

His lips twisted into a half-smile.

Slowly, he reached up and grasped my wrist. I let him.

“Do it then,” he whispered, his voice rough and taunting. “You want this, don’t you? Finish it now.”

His grip grew tighter. “But that won’t be enough, Pendragon. Haven’t you ever killed a highblood?”

He moved my hand lower, until the dagger was right over his heart.

“If you really want to end things, you’ll have to stab me in the heart.”

I gritted my teeth, every fiber of my being screaming at me to do it.

But I didn’t move.

That pause was all he needed. In a heartbeat, Blake flew into action.

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