Page 160 of Amethyst and Iron
But we wouldn’t let it win.
We were stronger than that.
Hell, we were stronger than them.
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~Sylas~
Well, then.
I was in deep motherfucking shit.
Of all the things I’d done, all the lone-wolf, unilateral, dangerous—and possibly reckless—actions I’d taken over the years, this would very likely take the cake.
Especially where Velra, Lazriel, and Cassius were concerned.
I was currently powerless.
My lunatic, power-addicted father was alive.
Puritaswanted to take me.
I was vital to The Shadowed in a larger, bigger picture sense that wasn’t yet fully known to me, vital enough that they’d worked tirelessly and risked a great deal to find a cure for me that shouldn’t even be possible, meaning violations had been made, dangerous lines crossed.
And yet here I was now out in the open, beyond the wards protecting Cassius and Ketheron’s apartment.
I grimaced.
The fact this was coming right after I’d promised them I wouldn’t pull this fucking madness anymore was going to hitlike a sledgehammer—a sledgehammer imbued with a fuckload of magic.
And the worst part?
It hadn’t been my intention.
For once, it hadn’t been my intention to take action like this.
But Ketheron… fuck… he hadn’t been able to calm down.
After he’d had that brutal trauma flash, which he’d told me about in great detail, he’d lost control. His fear and rage had been leading the way. He’d destroyed a lot of the furniture in their apartment. And then he’d demanded I take him to Ambrose Wisteryn.
He wanted answers about Corvin Morvain.
He needed them, actually.
“Are you certain this is his residence?” he asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
I turned to him as we walked across the dark sands beach.
In the pitch black.
He had a ball of his gold magic on his palm, giving off just muted light so I could see where I was walking, especially when I didn’t have access to my magic and had no animal instincts to fall back on to guide the way either.
He didn’t want to use any more light for fear that we would be spotted. And, unfortunately, this location wasn’t one he could simply teleport us straight to. There was massive black magic resistance that would skew any teleportation attempt.
That paranoid fucker, Ambrose.
Well, as if I could talk where that was concerned.
