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“There’s nothing…” my sister trails off, but then tilts her head. She’s squinting a bit, the red of her irises brightening as a smile stretches across her lips. “Those are coordinates. Isabella left us a way to find her.”

“That’s Quebec.”

“She’s in Canada.” Theo and I say in unison, both raising a brow at the other. My brother-in-law is a man of few words unless it’s toward his mate. I get it. Don’t have a problem with it, nor am I intimidated by the vampire king. It’s why I merely give him a shrug and turn my attention back to Gabriella; she’s watching us with a perplexed expression. “She left multiple clues.”

“Where? We’ve been combing this place for days.”

“This globe for one.” No sooner do the words leave my lips than the dagger balancing on my finger embeds itself in the same place I’d seen earlier. I didn’t throw it. No one moves for a few seconds after, either, but that all changes as another angry growl rips through these lands.

The coordinates and where my blade lands are the same. Tero enters the room, in his snake form, he’s holding a grimoire I recognize and accept from him.

No other words are exchanged. None are needed as we move through Xadiel’s house, and all going in different directions. I’m heading toward her Hemlock tree for a secondary look around while Theo and Gabriella say goodbye. He has a visit to make and the God of Death awaits his son, while Gabriella will give the alpha wolf some reprieve.

He’ll have his mate back soon.

Yet something tells me there’s more to this. And it’s confirmed as I stand in front of Isabella’s altar and the color of amethyst blankets over the space like a comforting haze.

It gave me the same sensations the blade does—as if I’m tied to it.

As if it’s mine.

8

ANAYA

“Hello, little mate.”

I’m frozen in place by those three little words—the last thirty minutes. In the span of a few days, I’ve had my world thrown upside down, once again seeing the cruelty in my father’s eyes, but nothing could have prepared me for the complete devastation those three words have caused.

Hello, little mate.

I can’t put into words the feelings coursing through me. Everything feels like too much.

From the noise, to my skin, to my emotions; I’m a mess and can only freeze in place and try to gather what’s left of my faculties.

There’s confusion, loss, and hope…

The latter of which Isabella introduced me to and is the most dangerous. Since meeting her, there’s been a small kernel growing within me—taking root deep inside my chest while I’ve embraced her as a part of me. As I plan a way to save her; I’d sacrifice myself if need be.

Getting to know Isabella, taking care of her—not because my father demanded it, but because I have to. It’s a need, this compulsion I can’t nor will I question. We’re tied in a way I don’t understand, but I know this…

She’s important.

To me. To so many, but this is more than I could’ve ever expected.

I should’ve asked instead of blindly trusting the words she mentally whispered to me since our first encounter. To not fear. That a he was coming.

All this time, I never questioned how our connection was possible. How we communicated without words, and sometimes a look was all we needed—a seer always knows and that’s what I leaned on, but this is overwhelming. More than I know what to do with.

As is the possessive way this handsome man stares at me, cataloging my every breath. The most minute shift in my breathing and the perspiration dotting my forehead and the back of my neck. His nostrils flare, and without looking away he licks his bottom lip, and it’s like a thunderbolt of need crashes into me, so much so that my knees weaken.

It takes everything in me to stay standing. To not move closer.

Because I know who he is. Introductions aren’t necessary when Isabella’s been my saving grace over the last few days and the familial similarities are striking. All three Moore siblings share traits—an aura of power and a cheeky grin that pulls at the corner of my lips.

It’s been that way since the day I met Isa. Every time I’ve been in her presence and embraced her pure affection, this feeling of belonging would fill my chest and erase the misery my kin beat into me.

Will he blame me, though? Will her brother ever accept the daughter of his enemy?

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