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“How’s that possible?”
she was almost up on her feet, but I pulled her down on the bed. “That’s the only thing that can stop the vessel,”
she muttered more to herself, but I could hear her. “What?”
I whispered to myself. Why would Naomi take the dagger?
I felt my heart mount a race at the severity of all of this. Her memory lapses had gotten worse, and now this happened right before the ritual. And the dagger has gone missing. For a second, I started to doubt the possibility of Naomi being behind Cora’s death and taking the dagger. It had to be Shota’s vessel. Naomi had nothing to gain by doing any of that, except, I froze at the sudden thought that crept in.
I was up on my feet immediately, pacing around and my mind running wild. I didn’t want to believe any of the thoughts grazing my mind. It just couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be.
“Whose blood is this, Killian?”
Naomi asked me, and I couldn’t reply. I didn’t know what to say, and hot tears rolled down her eyes, and it killed me. “Tell me, what did I do?”
I held her hands tightly. “Nothing.”
“Killian, please don’t lie to me, I know something happened-“
she started and I squeezed her hands gently.
“We don’t know what happened, but Cora was found dead,”
I said, and Naomi froze.
“What?”
she whispered, her breathing slowed and eyes held unshed tears. “Did I…”
she gasped. “Oh goddess, I killed her?”
“No, you didn’t,”
I stopped her immediately. I didn’t want her to have those thoughts, especially when she couldn’t remember anything. “You didn’t kill Cora, and-“
Naomi was up from the bed, pacing restlessly in tears. “No, Killian. Can’t you see it? Something’s wrong with me. Every time I can’t remember what happened, something bad happens,”
Naomi stumbled back and I caught her before she crashed on the floor. “You have to remain calm,”
I pinned her body to mine.
“Lorenzo, I have to see him. I need to know what he has found out,”
she broke free from my hold, starting for the door, but I grabbed her immediately.
“Stay here, Naomi,”
I said, “I will go to him. Please just stay in here,”
I pleaded. I had to speak to him before Naomi. I had to dismiss this sudden thought in my mind that had begun to drive me crazy. I kissed her lips and pulled her back to the bed. “I will be back soon.”
I left our chamber and headed for the witches’ quarters. I went straight to the witches’ spell room, pulling the door open in a hurry.
Lorenzo was standing at the table with his back to me. He was completely frozen and every color of life was drained from his face in horror. He hadn’t even noticed my presence.
“Lorenzo,”
I called, and slowly, he turned to me. His dark eyes held unshed tears that reflected pain. “What is it?”
I moved closer to him, and something in his gaze told me it was about Naomi. “Tell me, Lorenzo, what did you find out?”
“It’s Naomi,”
he voiced, barely above a whisper, as a tear rolled down his cheek.
He was scaring me and I knew whatever he had to say, it might kill me. But I had to hear it, and deep down I hoped it wasn’t what I was thinking. “Naomi, what?”
“Naomi is the vessel, Killian.”
Killian’s point of view
“No, f*****g no,”
I was completely still, unable to move, think, or breathe. “Naomi can’t be the vessel,”
muttered. Hearing the words leave my lips, I realized how badly I had hoped this wasn’t the case. I had hoped this was just one of those silly thoughts. I watched as Lorenzo slowly fell on a chair; his hands clasped firmly against each other.
“How can you be so sure?”
I moved closer to him.
“I did the spell over and over again. Naomi’s blood has an anomaly, Killian. It’s tainted with dark magic”
Lorenzo spoke slowly and his every word was like a stab to my chest.
“No, Lorenzo. Naomi cannot be the vessel. She can’t be. It’s not possible, she’s a f*****g white wolf!”
I leaned on the table for support, gazing deep into Lorenzo’s eyes.
“I don’t know how it happened, but that darkness has been in Naomi all this time, and it managed to stay hidden. Naomi has been the one preparing for the blood ritual.”
I groaned internally at the pain that tore through me, my hands curled tightly into a ball.
“What do we do now?”
Lorenzo’s gaze met mine. “By now, the ritual on Shota’s bones must have begun. They will soon learn it’s been her all along.”
“The ritual didn’t hold,”
I confessed, settling on a chair, and feeling Lorenzo’s questioning gaze. But I still didn’t speak.
“What happened?”
he asked.
“Cora’s dead,”
I muttered slowly. “She was murdered, and the dagger that was intended to be used on the vessel was stolen,”
I summarized before he asked any other question.
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