Page 191 of Heir of Broken Souls

“Here goes nothing,” she mutters.

Sliding her hand in mine, our bond burns bright as a hum of electricity strikes through our touch. Delilah shivers as she places a hand on her original dragon pommel sword. Then a golden hand of power wraps around the hilt of its new twin.

Taking a deep breath, she exhales slowly.

“In three, two…one!”

I don’t waste any time. The moment Delilah pulls the twin swords free, her grasp on them and her hand in mine, I’m yanking her and launching us through the portal.

We fall onto the rocky terrain of the city’s entrance. I don’t even mind, my chest heaving in relief. We made it.

I turn, also seeing the mirror has remained standing—or perhaps I should say floating. The blue swirl still glows on its surface, but we can no longer see the room we came from. All that peers back at me is my disheveled self, along with a stunned Delilah.

“Care to share your memories?” Naia asks suddenly, making Delilah flinch beside me.

Can they be trusted?she asks.

Something tells me the mirror would have vanished if we shouldn’t.

Delilah hums under her breath before turning to the pod.Then I can’t wait to see the expressions on their faces when they see the memory of us swimming around them.

I fight to hold back my smile.

Opening a section of my mind to Naia, I send memories of all we encountered her way. We wait as she works to digest it all.

Delilah was right, though. The second I show her our time crossing the ocean, the look that passes across Naia’s face is priceless. Her jaw unhinges, her red glowing eyes widen, and she gasps so loudly her pod surround her in an instant.

Whether Naia has the ability to share all that I’m showing her or her pod just has blind faith in her, I’m unsure, but the death glares they were sending my way halt entirely as Naia rushes forward with her gaze pinned on the portal behind me.

“I can’t believe it,” she breathes.

“So, it’s true then. There was once a governing city,” her second Amelia hums.

Definitely has some form of mind control beyond psychic abilities.

Not one of my court members comment on it. Yet they’re probably filing that piece of information away for later.

“What do you meanit’s true?” Delilah asks.

Amelia shrugs, suddenly playing coy. “Just that we’ve heard from the ocean of such a thing before.”

“How long ago?” I ask.

“What is this, an interrogation?”

“Amelia,” Naia reprimands. “Answer him.”

She rolls her eyes, her candor so much like Harlow I find myself wanting to laugh, until she says, “Around the time the curse was first placed upon the Fae and these lands.”

“One hundred and fifty years ago,” Delilah whispers.

“The twins sure were busy,” Harlow mutters under her breath.

At the mention, Axel freezes again, his shoulders hiking up to his ears.

“Did you hear anything else from the ocean at that time?” Delilah asks.

Amelia opens her mouth to respond when the pod suddenly snap to attention, flanking their queen, power swirling at their fingertips.