Page 150 of Heir of Broken Souls

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I allow Knox to hold me up, not able to find the strength to tread water, especially as I try to make sense of what happened before I hit the water.

“I failed, didn’t I?” I say softly.

His head rears back. “What do you remember?”

“My magic was pleased to be here, and it was surging, and then I fell into the water.”

Knox peers behind me before clearing his throat. “That’s not…exactly what happened.”

With a sudden frown, I slowly turn, following his line of sight. I suddenly find the strength to surge forward, pushing out of Knox’s arms.

Words cannot describe the feeling that hums through my body. It’s almost as if I feelanticipationat being reunited, but reunited withwhatis the question.

Standing tall before me is a small island, water sluicing off its rocky terrain. There isn’t any plant life, or sand. Besides the rocks, it’s entirely desolate.

Emotion clogs my throat, forcing me to swallow. “Did I do that?”

“I’ll show you later, but yes,” Knox says gently, cautiously.

“The prophecy…it’s real?”

Knox doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t have to. The truth is right before us.

Aurora and Zephlyn plummet, stopping right before the surface of the water. The pair of them have a manic, wild glint in their eyes and it makes me wonder what I looked like through it all.

Gods, they have endured and witnessed so much.

When all of this is said and done I am giving them free rein. They deserve a lifetime of peace.

We all do.

I give Aurora a small pitiful smile to try and convey that I’m all right, and a small chuckle escapes me as the griffin rolls her eyes.

“Remind me not to get on your bad side,” Elysia says by way of greeting as Axel rows their boat toward us, Lenox close behind.

Harlow whistles. “Golden hands indeed.”

At my blank stare the girls share a look.

“She doesn’t remember anything,” Knox says quietly.

At the sound of his tone, I ask, “Do I want to know what I did?”

“I would,” Lenox says gruffly, joining us.

Lenox leans over the side of the boat, extending a hand to us. Knox moves me forward, and Lenox grabs me first. As he pulls, Knox pushes, and before I can turn around for him Knox is sitting beside me, teleporting in.

I snort.Sometimes I forget what I’m capable of.

My gaze automatically moves to the island standing tall just a short few feet away and I realize that I truly have no idea what I’m capable of.

“Are we going to sit here staring at it all day or are we going?” Harlow drawls.

Lenox scoffs. “Is that what we’re supposed to do?”

I note the way Harlow stiffens, though now I know why they’re feuding, finally.

I clear my throat and repeat the part of the prophecy Elysia received that led us here.