Page 155 of Amethyst and Iron
“Mine,”Sylas told me. “The item that was passed through to Morien was my necromantic core—the portion that Corvin stole from me.”
“And this bargain they made… Corvin could be returned to life also.”
I heard Sylas say something, but I could not register it.
I staggered back into a wall, covering my face with my hands as a memory I had managed to bury from my conscious thought clawed its way to the surface.
I could not stop it.
Even with all my might.
It took me.
Blue light encompassedme as I was forcibly teleported.
I saw a dome of the same magic—Corvin’s magic—trapping me within. Or keeping somebody out, perhaps.
Because I was already restrained.
Brutally so.
The surroundings of another lab came into view.
So many labs.
I’d seen the inside of too many.
Chimera Circle and their deplorable hybrid experiments.
“Ketheron.”
It was her.
My kindred.
Ariana Martel.
I strained to look up from the position I found myself in on my stomach, bound by white glowing chains, my arms and legs stretched out either side of me.
I roared, struggling against the restrictiveness.
Struggling to reach her.
“Be still and look upon the one who is causing you so much grief!” that awful voice, far too familiar, commanded me.
Corvin.
My eyes settled on the golden-haired kind one. “Kindred,” I rasped. Something was wrong with her. She was ailing. I smelled it then. No. No! “My blood… I scent it… it’s hurting you? Before… I fed it to you… you were damaged? Because of me?”
“You didn’t know what would happen. You reacted to save and help. That’s what matters.”
I fought to crane my neck to look up at Corvin. “You’re hurting her… stop. My blood… it’s toxic to her… I see it. She can’t heal. She’s in pain.”
“Something you should not care about. Something you should actually relish.”
“Never!” I roared.
Corvin snickered and crouched outside the dome. “You do realize she’s the reason you’re suffering, don’t you?” He tilted his head. “You imprinted on her and now it’s weakening the leash I have on you.” He jerked up his right sleeve, revealing a shimmering black and gold circle—the leash he’d afflicted me with. “This is compromised because of her. Because she made you feel. Made you question your mission—what you were fucking created for in the first place. And those manacles? They’ll keep tearing into you… for as long as you keep defying me.”
