Page 184 of Mayhem and the Mortal
I’ll take from you to restore my means.
The chant is repeated.
Again.
And again.
And again.
The blackness in my vision clears, and I feel my knees weaken. Thane catches me before I can collapse on the floor, and he holds me close.
“What just happened?” he asks as our eyes connect. “What did you see?”
“I didn’t see anything. It was all black,” I answer as the crew steps in closer, surrounding us. “I heard someone.”
Thane leads me back to the bed so I can sit. “Do you know where your necklace is, Zaira?” There’s a unique tone to his question, like he has an idea of what the answer might be but needs to be certain it’s not true.
“Seferin,” I croak, shivering. Why am I so cold now? “I heard Seferin’s voice. I—I think he has it.”
Thane lowers to a squat in front of me with panic swimming in his eyes. “Fuck.”
“What?” I reach for his hand. “What does this mean?”
He gives my hand a weak squeeze. “It means…” He swallows hard. “It means you—”
I widen my eyes, waiting for him to tell me. When he turns to Analla and shakes his head, it dawns on me—what he’s struggling to say.
“It means I’m the one who’s cursed now,” I whisper.
The love doesn’t end here…
