Page 77 of Amethyst and Iron
He possessed experience with this sort of thing, having even bound Jaxon Silver decades ago, wherein he’d actually managed to make Jaxon’s Immortal Descendent side—the child of a Fallen, that Fallen being Draco, of all beings—completely undetectable and even unknowable to him. For so much of his life before it had come out when Draco had risen, Jaxon had believed himself to be solely an Alpha wolf.
I swallowed hard as I took in the glowing silver circle in the middle of the clearing located several hundred miles away from the Guardian Compound—and anything else, for that matter.
There was a chance of major magical blowback when it came to this spell.
Especially if I resisted once it got started.
Apparently, thatresistancewasn’t always a fully conscious thing either.
I watched as Cornelius came into view, creating a ward around the area as well, should the containment of the circle be breached during the spell.
With my power being rooted in death magic, he was also guarding against it lashing out and breaching realms like that of the Valley of the Dead.
Velra was walking with him, talking, and looking really concerned and pained for me.
“We will see to you,” Cassius assured me, as he guided me along, using his Immortal strength to take my almost dead weight. I was beyond being able to hold myself up at this point.
I couldn’t even be teleported, so he’d needed to fly me. Carefully.
Even then, he’d had to stop twice and touched down wherein I’d then vomited blood all over the fucking place.
I’d had Kai take off. He would’ve stayed for me, I knew that. But it would have hurt him. And I wouldn’t have it. There was enough of that going around as it was.
As we drew closer, I heard Velra saying, “You bound Ryker’s magic once, didn’t you?”
“Regrettably, yes.”
“And he didn’t even feel the actual process.”
“That’s not the same, unfortunately. It was a very brief thing. What we’re dealing with when it comes to Sylas, as a necromancer, is binding a mammoth part of him, his nature and very being, and making it unrecoverable and completely inaccessible all the while the binding is in effect.”
“Like you did with Jaxon Silver.”
“Yes, my dear.” He laid his hand on her shoulder. “He will be well. This will spare him.”
“Cornelius,” Cassius spoke with a harshness in his tone, not liking that I’d overheard all that. “We are ready.” His eyes flashed at him. “And we need to hurry. He is deteriorating severely now that he isn’t being continuously flooded with the serum.”
“The only thing keeping me alive,” I muttered.
“Not for long,” Velra assured me, coming to us. “This pain and awful sickness will be gone very soon. You’ll be able to breathe again, to function again.”
Just not the way I wanted to.
At all.
She must’ve seen it in my expression, because she reached out and cupped my stubbly cheek. “We’re here. We’re here with you. And I swear to you that I’ll do everything in my power to make this manageable for you.”
“This is far from the end,” Cassius told me. “Time is just not on our side currently. But all is not lost where your magic is concerned. That is my vow to you.”
“A vow from an Immortal… certainly nothing to… sneer at,” I rasped, before Velra had to jerk away, as I lurched again in Cassius’ hold and choked up more blood on the grass.
When it finally ceased, I could no longer even move myself along at all.
A flash of magic caught my eye and then Cornelius conjured a white upholstered chair.
Cassius took my full weight and eased me over to the shimmering silver circle.
“I will take him now,” Cornelius told him, coming and holding his arm out to Cassius.
