Page 162 of Heir of Broken Souls

His energy fills me, hissoulfills me, his power soothing me.

It’shim.

It’s always him. The one that is made for my soul, the other half of me.

Air.

It rushes for my lungs in a deep gasping breath.

My vision clears, sound hits my ears again, and my fingers twitch at my sides as the panic and fear subsides at Knox’s calming demands. He stands before me with a small, sad smile on his lips.

“Welcome back, beautiful,” he whispers before pressing a lingering kiss against my forehead.

His soul remains within my mind, fearful to leave in case panic takes me captive once more.

Do you know what caused such a fright?

Despite the calmness I now feel, that ancient knowing is still pounding against my heart.

Something is wrong.

His back straightens.Do you know what?

No, I just…feel it. On the island, something is very wrong.

Blinking furiously, as if it can hold back the panic waiting in the corner of my body, I peer past his shoulder, pointing to the blinding light emanating from the center of the island. “The mirror is in there, I’m sure of it.”

Knox turns, following my pointed finger. He and the rest of the court squint to see it, gathering on the edge of the ledge we fell on, nearly blinding themselves in the process.

Axel takes a cautious step closer to Elysia. “What caused the panic? It’s meant to just be a mirror, isn’t it?”

“I-I don’t know anymore. My body and my magic are just…panicking.”

Elysia reaches over and gently squeezes my hand in support. “It’s all right. Perhaps it’s afraid of what we will find when we peer inside the mirror.”

“Perhaps,” I say, yet not convincingly.

“Do you want to go back?” Knox offers, his worried gaze on mine.

I scoff. “Of course not. We can’t let my fear stop us from our only lead.” I shrug. “It’s just something about that island makes me…”

“Uncomfortable,” he offers.

I dip my chin.

He slides his hand in mine, our fingers joining. “We’ll take it slow and keep our eyes peeled.”

“Where’s the griffins when you need them?” Harlow grumbles.

Five sets of eyes turn to her.

Silence falls until she catches on, and she narrows her now red eyes at us. “No.”

Lenox scoffs. “What do you mean no? You’re the only one that can do it.”

“It would put Delilah at ease,” Knox says calmly, but the authority in his voice is undeniable.

Harlow rolls her eyes, muttering under her breath, “You owe me for this.”