Page 84 of Broken Hearted
Ah.
“I’ve got this,” Zane said and then lifted his hands toward her. I assumed he was trying to use his magic against her, but nothing happened.
Zane’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief as Rowena chuckled huskily. “I’ve tasted your blood, my lord. Your magic is useless against me now.”
Without missing a beat Zane pulled the dagger that had been sheathed at his waist. “Free Adrien,” he said to me quickly, andthen he rushed Rowena, who seemed caught off guard that he would attack her without magic.
She recovered from the surprise attack fast, pivoting to the side so that Zane wasn’t able to embed his blade in her gut. But on his next strike, he slashed her hand and she dropped her wand. He came at her again, and she spun out of the way, leaving an opening for me to reach Adrien, which I wasn’t about to waste.
Jolting forward, I reached my mate. Pulling my faestone dagger, I started to hack at the vines holding him in place. He uttered a muffled shout that I took as a warning and I turned just in time to punch an ice spear through the chest of some random witch who had been about to drive a dagger through my back.
She stared at me with surprised wide eyes before crumpling to the ground at my feet. I didn’t even spare her a glance before spinning back around. I cut more of the vines away, using my magic to freeze some of them and snap them off. I almost had all the vines entwined around his upper body removed when suddenly more of them started to grow at his feet, twisting up his legs and snacking toward his torso. I grunted in frustration as sounds of battle between Dawn and Zander and the witches rang out behind me.
I doubled my efforts, snapping off frozen vines as quickly as possible until Adrien was finally able to get an arm free.
He ripped the gag out of his mouth. “The rune. Cut it off.”
Of course!
I glanced down at the shining purple rune on his chest and quickly swiped my faestone dagger across it. It disappeared, and with a roar, shadows around us raced toward Adrien and shredded the vines still holding him in place.
Impressive.
Rushing forward, he took me into his arms, kissing my lips briefly before pulling back to see the carnage behind us.
“Tell me the page in the grimoire helped you figure out how to break the soul-tie.” Even as he spoke, shadows raced out of him and slammed into the witches nearest us, sending them flying across the amphitheater.
I nodded and held up the vial. “I need to burn this to break the connection between Elisana and my sister. Then we can finish her.”
Adrien grabbed my hand, and we sprinted to the back of the ceremonial stage where a small fire burned. A black pot of bubbling potion sat above the flames. I didn’t want to know what this potion would have done if they’d made him drink it.
Zane’s roar cut through the air at the same time Rowena shrieked and then I heard breaking ice.
No.
Rowena was setting her daughter free from my ice cage.
“Do it now,” Adrien shouted and I threw the vial into the fire, watching it crack in half and be consumed by flames.
“You bastard!” Elisana screamed at Adrien, and when I spun in her direction she was free of her ice cage and running at us.
I paused before acting. Afraid she would kill my mate, but equally afraid that maybe the soul-tie wasn’t fully broken yet and I would kill Seraphina.
Shoving Adrien behind me, I shot an ice shard from my hand, aiming for Elisana’s right shoulder as a test to see whether or not the soul-tie was actually broken. The ice blade slammed intoher and she staggered back. Blood immediately bloomed over her shoulder and started to drip down her arm.
“A little help!” Zane yelled, grabbing my attention.
I snapped my gaze across the amphitheater to see Rowena holding her wand up in front of her, aimed right at Zane’s face.
I didn’t think. I just acted and flicked my wrist toward Rowena, unleashing a huge amount of my power and freezing her solid from head to toe. Without pause, Zane smashed the hilt of his dagger into her chest and she shattered into a hundred pieces.
“No!” Elisana roared.
My gaze flicked back to her to see that she was still bleeding from her right shoulder; the wound had not transferred to my sister.
Relief flooded me. The soul-tie was broken, and her attention was consumed with her mother.
Now I could end her.
