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I growled. “Cami’s hurting.”
“I feel her as well,” Az said, looking back at me. “But we need Typhos. So get over here and help us power him up.”
Power him up?I repeated to myself. But there wasn’t time to debate or contemplate what that meant.
Cami was in trouble. I could feel it in my soul. My heart. Myeverything.
And I would do whatever I had to do to save her.
“Tell me what to do.” My words were for Az and Melek as I forced myself into the cavern. Flames shot up to my right—flames I doused with a spell from my wand. Sweat dotted my brow, my limbs instantly overheated. But I pushed onward, then knelt beside Az at Lucifer’s side.
Kuro bristled, clearly not liking the fire either. However, he was the one who’d brought us here, so I considered it his punishment to bear.
“Bite him.” Az’s command had me blinking up at him.
“What?”
He didn’t repeat himself, just put his hand over Lucifer’s heart and pushed energy into him. Similar to what he’d done to Cami after the incident in the paradigm.
The phoenix tattoo on his chest rippled as his power filled the cavern, all of it focused on the unconscious fae.
“Even if this doesn’t work, it’ll empower his Source,” Melek said, his hands also on Lucifer. “And the Source will give that vitality to Cami.”
I wanted to ask how he knew that. But I knew better than to question his knowledge.
If biting Lucifer was going to give Cami strength, then I’d do it. I’d do fucking anything.Even mate the Hell Fae King.
Grabbing his arm, I pushed his sleeves up, then brought his wrist to my mouth. “If Lucifer kills me when he wakes up, tell Cami I did this for her and that I’ll love her…forever.”
I didn’t wait for Az or Melek to acknowledge me, just sank my fangs into Lucifer’s veins. And hoped like hell we could wake him up in time.
CHAPTER 41
CAMI
The world spun in spirals of darkness and chaos.
Darkness and life.
Darkness and death.
I… I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe. But I couldhear.
Vivaxia’s voice was everywhere, in my ears, my mind, my fucking soul.
My fingers curled into fists, causing a chilly bite to shoot up my right arm. I didn’t understand it at first, the temperature change at odds with the numbness stealing over my body. But a pulsing in my palm reminded me that I still held the death stone.
And it seemed to be trying to communicate something important.
Somethingvital.
What is with this damn stone?I wondered, dizzy from my inability to breathe.
A responding energy pulsed in my chest, one that felt oddly familiar. Like it was important. Like I should focus on?—
“You’ll thank me later,” Vivaxia murmured, her words loud in my head despite the whispered quality of her voice.
Ugh, she’d been droning on and on about the Virtuous Fae Realm, how she intended to restore it to its beautiful state.
