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“You must kill him, Silver, or give your heart and soul to evil… to me. It’s your choice, but I can’t see you handling a life of evil,” he says with a smarmy smile, then shrugs, both confusing me and pissing me off.How dare he?!
I start to laugh. It’s finally happened. I have lost my mind.
Luke slaps me across the face, and I lick the drop of blood from my split lip. I glare at him and spit the blood in his face. He growls, and goes to hit me once more. But I just give him a bloody smile, and he freezes.
“Even dripping in blood, your beauty astounds me.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t even start. You lied to me this whole time,” I snarl. “I can’t and won’t hurt him. You should know that about me by now!”
He chuckles and shrugs once more. “Whatever you decide, it doesn’t matter much to me. You’re mine either way.”
“You’re saying I need to commit murder to not become evil like you?” I roll my eyes and laugh once more. “Please, tell me you get how ass backwards that is?”
He shakes his head. “You must sacrifice someone you love to stay pure.”
Tears run down my swelling face, and I sob. “That doesn't make any sense.” He comes closer and kisses my forehead lovingly. I jolt away.
“It’s what must be done. So tell me, Silver Forest, my Little Devil. Will you kill your love, or follow me into the darkness?”
I glance over at Wells once more and he's mumbling to me, telling me to kill him.
He’s hardly coherent. He needs help. I look back to Luke’s eyes.
“If I choose to let evil overtake me...” I pause and hiccup. “Wells… will live? He’ll be okay?”
Luke’s golden eyes brighten, and a large smile appears on his face. “Yes. Wellson Birch will live a long, miserable life, surrounded by insignificant little worms. Well, only if you make up your mind soon. He’s not looking too well.” Luke walks over and smacks Wells hard. “Wake up, man. Say your goodbyes.”
I take one more look at the man who helped heal my broken and bruised heart. I can do this for him, for them. I never expected to live past this year anyway. They saved me in more ways than one—helping a lost girl to become whole again.
I know what I have to do. I take a deep shuddering breath.
“Okay.”
CHAPTER TWO
DONOVAN
PRESENT DAY
“What the fuck just happened?” I growl to Arrow, as we catch Wells before he hits the cold stone floor. “Did Silver seriously just disappear into some portal after giving up her fucking soul?” I roar, and Arrow glances back to where we just watched our girl pop out of thin air.
Wellson gasps, and I bring my attention back to my brother, who is dying before me. Arrow is muttering spells under his breath, trying to heal him, but nothing is working.
“He needs water,” I grumble, then do a small incantation, bringing water to my palms. I cup my hands and pour it into his mouth. It trickles out, and I grip his throat.
“Wells, you have to drink,” I plead.
“Snow, save Snow,” he mumbles before his cinnamon eyes roll back into his head as his body goes limp.
“Wells, wake up. Fuck,” I shout, trying to shake him awake.
“Don, stop. We need to get him to Clara, now,” Arrow yells, then mutters a transportation incantation. I grip his arm and wait for the spell to work, but something is blocking it.
“Luke, he must have warded the place.”
“We don’t have time for this,” I say, picking up my brother and tossing him over my shoulder, then rushing out of the dungeon and up the stairs, until we reach outside.
The cold air is like a slap to the face, allowing me to take my first deep breath.