Page 53 of Amethyst and Iron
He drew in a stilted breath and looked at me. “Then, in order to survive, Sylas will need to be stripped of his magic.”
“No.No.He won’t accept that… he won’t be able to live with that. Heishis magic. It’s everything to him.”
“Not anymore. It’s not all that he is now. The question, however, is whether he is ready to recognize that, should the decision need to be made.”
“We’re not going to let it come to that. We’ll fix this. Now. We move now, locate Rhyza Thaine to perform the Blood Trace to find Lazriel, and your spell will discover more necromancers in the meantime.”
When he just looked at me, I pushed, “Right?”
He grasped my shoulders gently, stroking. “We will do everything in our power to spare him from this, to return Lazriel to us,andto defeatPuritas.That is what I swear to you.”
I nodded and sank into him, as we both gazed at Sylas.
It would be enough.
It had to be.
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~Lazriel~
“Son.”
My eyes opened slowly, a weariness plaguing me.
But no more pain.
That was a hell of a thing considering the last thing I remembered was agony.
At the hands of that purist psychopath.
A shudder rolled through me.
I blinked, not wanting to go there.
Not wanting to think about it.
I wouldn’t give it power.
I wouldn’t givehimpower.
Hurting me, taunting me, torturing me…touchingme—stop!
I needed to focus.
I took in my surroundings.
What the shit?
I was tucked up in a fancy-ass bed carved with dark wood with piled pillows in emerald and deep sapphire, the sheets covering me up to my abs the softest silk I’d ever felt. And so warm and comfortable.
I had to strain through my exhaustion to make out the rest of the space.
The ceiling was arched high above and reinforced by metal beams. There was a plush gray couch over on the other side of the room. Surrounding it were two high-backed chairs upholstered in navy velvet. In the far right corner was an open door that I could just make out part of a bathroom through that was decorated in emerald and gold.
I looked to the left as I felt that same sensation I had outside the diner.
And I only just managed to suppress a choked sound of surprise as I caught sight of a figure standing to the left of a floor-to-ceiling bookcase stacked with tons of books, some looking age-old.
