Page 267 of The Sins of Silas

“You…” she breathed, eyes rounded, head shaking. “How…”

“I guess you and I were both harboring secrets. I knew Silas couldn't be my son the second I read those letters, knowing that if he were mine, he would've been a Mage like us. I was disappointed he didn’t receive my magic at first, but now, knowing he isn’t my blood…” He cocked his head to the side, a sadistic grin stretching across his face. “I am going to break him, Ryia.”

She choked on a sob, “Ulric…please,he is yours, I swear—”

“Ask the question, darling.”

She shook, swallowing hard. “Why?” she bit out.

Kayin’s eyes drifted to the side, and her muffled cry sent chills down my body. Amatta’s burnt corpse limped into the cellar, her eyes solid black.

“Do you understand now, Ryia? Do you know what I am?”

“You…” she respired. “You’re a necromancer?”

He grinned, his eyes turning that solid black. “I am a God.”

Chapter Seventy-Three

LENA

Ulric lifted his arm, and dark, shadowy magic emitted from his palm. Kayin attempted to stagger back, but there was nowhere for her to go. As the shadows surrounded her body, entering her mouth, she began to choke. Her hands flew to her throat.

“I loved you,” Ulric whispered, his nostrils flaring. “But everything was a lie, wasn't it?”

Her face began to turn blue, her eyes bulging as she tried and failed to take in any air.

“You took all I loved, so I shall do the same to you.” His lip curled as he spat,“Kayin.”

Her eyes rolled back as his shadows suffocated her, and she slumped to the ground.

Everything faded to black.

We were all left in the darkness for a few moments before we were back in Ames. Igon's saddened eyes widened as he beheld myMother and Torrin entering our small village, the latter carrying my weak, pregnant body.

“What is it, Igon?” Osrel pressed, gazing as Igon's eyes glowed white.

Images flashed quickly. Fire. Darkness. Bright, white light and silver sparks.

“I've seen this before,” Igon breathed. “But now it all makes sense.”

I could hardly make out my surroundings, but a woman with bright white hair was surging her power toward something—some darkness. I couldn't make out her face, but it was like the paintings Igon commissioned were coming to life.

This meant the God of Rebirth was being subjected to her power, but I couldn't see him either.

More flickering, and we watched how Igon saw in his mind my reunion with Silas.

We saw as he witnessed his own death.

Igon swallowed. “That girl…my Gods.” The white light faded, and his golden gaze didn’t waver as he stared at me from his tower, even as it hardened. “A great battle is approaching. Six years from now.”

The vision showed Vicsin rushing toward us, a young Merrick and Elowen behind him, crying as they saw their cousin for the first time in years.

“I must teach her everything I know,” Igon murmured. “She needs to be able to piece it together when the time comes. She must be kept safe.”

My brows lowered, and the final visions passed rapidly.

My friends watched my miscarriage and watched as Torrin helped me once I got my fire.

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