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It doesn’t stop pulling until Delilah reaches the statue in the middle.

The archangel of death.

The skull in his grasp is ominous, to say the least. Perhaps it isn’t a human skull after all, but a Fae’s.

A large marble slab sits in front of the statue and something gold glints off it.

Poking out of the gray marble slab is a sword. But not just any sword.

It’s one I’ve seen countless times. It’s one I’ve held in my own hands.

It’s a sword with a dragon pommel on it, identical to the one in Delilah’s grip.

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Delilah

Like calls to like.

The words ring through my mind, sizzling up the palm holding my dragon sword.

“Oh my gods,” Harlow breathes.

Knox wraps his hand around the hilt sticking out of the slab and pulls. He grunts, his neck turning an awful shade of red, but it doesn’t budge.

“Like calls to like,” I murmur.

My eyes inspect the sword sticking out of the slab, searching for differences between it and the one in my hand, but I come up short.

“I thought the bladesmith said it was one of a kind.”

“He also said he created it,” Knox growls. “Clearly, lying is more his strong suit.”

“One is bought the other found. Surprise golden one, it must be found.

With golden scales and a mighty roar, like calls to like, answer the call.”

Behind me, Elysia’s eyes glaze over as she repeats the phrase over and over and over. Axel holds her steady as she sways.

“Like calls to like, answer the call,” I repeat.

Elysia stops, her body sagging into Axel. Her hand flies to her head in pain.

Frowning, I turn back to the marble slab, my gaze snagging on the nick in it beside the other sword. As everyone focuses on Elysia and her sudden words, I lunge, the blade moving, pulling me forward. In a swift movement, I plunge the sword right into the slice in the marble slab, beside its twin.

“Answer the call,” I murmur.

Stepping back, I ignore the protests at my back and instead slide my gaze to Knox, who grins down at me devilishly.

“Something to share, Angel?” he drawls.

I shrug, waiting for…something to happen.

Turns out, I don’t have to wait long.

A groan fills the room, shaking the foundation as debris and dust fall from the ceiling. Behind the slab and two identical dragon pommel swords, a mirror rises from the ground.

“Unbelievable,” Knox breathes.