“What did you see?” I ask, gripping her arms and shaking her as I force her to look at me.
“I saw Ryland fall. I knew something had happened, but then I lost it. I couldn’t hold it, like they went unconscious,” she says, shaking her head. I can tell she has been using her magic; her aura is weak. Weak like she has been overexerting herself, trying to see what happened.
“Head to Leven; they have to be at the facilities there,” I tell them.
“Your fathers will check the military facility on the way,” my mother says as I see them come out of the house. My father is trying to pick up any scents, but the place is clean. No scents at all, not even human scents, like they masked themselves somehow.
We race to the compound on the outskirts of Leven. Minutes feel like hours as we race to get to them in time, running past the sign bordering the town when I feel her wake. Evie’s consciousness starts to wake, but it doesn’t last long. By the time we get to the gated compound, I feel the bond break, feel her dying breath, and I snap.
A scream leaves my lips as I feel my soul shatter into a million pieces; the part of it that belongs to her dies with her. The ground moves in a wave as I approach the fence, feeling the volts of electricity ripple in the wire as I tear it apart with my hands. The barbed wire sticks to and catches on my clothes as I tear a hole through it; storm clouds brew violently as lightning sets the trees on fire.
She is dead; they killed her.
Raising my hands, I feel the darkness ebb and flow throughout my body, sickly sweet and sadistic. My eyes are bleeding black, and I feel the darkness consume me as I march toward the brick building on the hill. I hear horns blare when I am tackled to the ground.
Amara smacks me in the dead center of my chest, knocking me backward.
“Get off me,” I scream, as I feel her trying to absorb my magic and take it from me, but they must pay. They must die for what they have done.
“You will bring the entire building down on them! Think, Thaddeus!” Amara shrieks.
“It doesn’t matter if she is dead! She is fucking dead!” I scream at her, electrocuting her.
She growls as she is thrown off and Orion grabs my arms. I fling him off. The ground cracks in my anger.
“Your daughter is alive! You do this, you will kill her!” Amara screams, making me halt.
“You don’t know that,” I tell her, as my mother grabs my arm just as gun fire rings out.
We all duck for cover as I feel fire burn in my veins, igniting every cell in my body as it leaves my fingertips, lighting the surrounding buildings on fire. People run and scream as my fury takes over.
“I do! I can feel her! She isn’t dead, and neither is Evelyn! You have been feeding her blood. They want you to walk in there. They will be expecting this!” Amara screams, trying to stop me as she blasts me with what little energy she has left, pinning me on the ground while chaos breaks loose.
They know we are here and are now getting ready as we fight with each other, wasting time.
“They are in there! You do this, you kill us all!” my mother says.
I can hear trucks leave the facility, making me look up. Armed vehicles leave in succession, barreling through the fences toward us. I watch my mother dig her hands into the ground and feel her energy leak out of her as the ground moves.
“You need to get me in there,” I tell Amara.
“I can’t! We could end up anywhere! I don’t know what inside looks like! I can’t just mist us in without seeing inside!”
The sound of metal on metal makes me look toward the four armored trucks as roots shoot from the ground, crushing the vehicles and bending them like paper origami. The entire place looks like a war zone as my mother uses her magic, wielding it like a weapon.
Orion moves quickly, killing anyone he comes across as well as those being thrown from the vehicles, while I am still stuck to the ground, held by the snares of Amara’s magic.
“Let me up.” She shakes her head. “I don’t want to hurt you, but you give me no choice,” I tell her as I let hellfire loose. The ground turns black as charcoal as it consumes everything in its path; a line heads straight for the facility that has my mates held hostage.
Her magic is wavering as she tries to hold it. She tries to stop me, but she is no match for me; her magic comes from life and needs the energy to empower and strengthen it. Mine is dark, mine comes from death, like a muscle it flexes. I am neither living or dead. Amara is life, and even she knows her power has its limits; mine doesn’t need anything to draw off, whereas hers does. She gives a piece of her life essence to use hers, whereas mine takes from anything surrounding it, strengthening me, while hers weakens her.
“Thaddeus, you’re killing her!” my mother screams.
“Tell her to let it go!”
“Amara, please!” my mother begs.
Sweat coats her face as she buries her hands further into the earth. Amara’s magic dims, breaking under pressure, the entire ground turns black and burns. Everyone screams as the flames lick at them while I get to my feet. My mother is trying to stop the flames, creating a barrier, forcing my darkness around us, protecting them from burning along with the earth on which they stand.
“Get me in that building now,” I tell my sister.
“We could end up anywhere, Thaddeus!”
“I don’t care; just get me in there.”
“It’s a trap, Thaddeus!” Orion says, coming to my side, drenched in the blood of hunters, their fallen bodies lying on the grass and road everywhere, the smell of burning flesh and metal heavy in the air as I look around.
The entire place has gone silent except for the sound of the roller shutters closing on the entire building, blocking the entries and windows. The siren cuts off, and I know they are right, they want me to come in to get them. “You’re right,” I tell them.
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