Page 34 of Which Witch Is Wicked?
Panic tightened his heart. Something in the universe had shifted, and he feared that only meant one thing.
Another Seal.
“Fuck,” he yelled into the night and sprinted forward. There was no time for covert tactics. No time to waste. He needed to be by Claire’s side now, before anything bad happened.
He had no idea what this event would bring about, but predictions decried the souls of the martyrs would to return to earth.
Lucy would be beyond pissed.
Light and voices gushed from the back of the house, drawing Dru in that direction. He skirted the edge of the protected fence, making his way between trees and bushes. When he caught the sight unfolding, he tripped on a large rock and stumbled into the fence, barely catching himself.
Claire’s joy filled the air, a bright orange hue full of wonder. She jumped into a man’s arms, and Dru could not mistake their connection. It far surpassed anything he’d built with her.
Was that why he’d lost their bond? He could sense she loved this man more than life. How could Dru ever compete?
He had no idea if Lucy had known that her ploy would open the Fifth Seal, or if she’d only meant to cause Dru excruciating pain. But two things were extremely clear. Lucy had won this battle. And Claire had given her heart to a dead man, leaving him to deal with pain and despair that would echo through the eternities.
What the hell could he do now?
