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With that, he and Tristan left, followed by Sean and finally, Zeke. Mason seemed to have grown pale during that time. Worry b****d in his eyes, fear written across his soft features that brought me back to that awful night, the night I helped k**l his mate. He had the same look on his face as he stared at
Clara.
“I’ll be safe here, Mason. I won’t leave this house. I promise.” She said soothingly, her plump lips softening into a reassuring smile that took away some of the agony on his face.
“You’ll be here when I get back?” He mumbled, seeing no one but the curvy witch that demanded his full attention.
She nodded, her curls bouncing around her shoulders. “I will. I’ll be right here.”
A look of utter surprise lifted my eyebrows and parted my lips when Mason pulled Clara into his arms and smashed his lips against hers, pouring every ounce of his worry and fear into her willing embrace.
She accepted it all, tangling her fingers in his hair to draw him deeper, matching every stroke and sigh he let out with one of her own. When they pulled apart, both were breathless and red in the face.
“I want a kiss like that before we go out there.” Bridgette mumbled, her eyes darting up to skewer
Deacon.
My heart just about stalled in my chest when Nolan’s voice flooded my head.
‘Daisy, can I talk to you in private?’
‘Now?’ I replied, glancing at the front door.
He nodded stiffly, tilting his head towards the living room. Neither Deacon nor Bridgette commented as we slipped out of sight. The front door slammed shortly after, letting me know Mason had officially left to join the fight.
The longer Nolan stared at me, flecks of pure gold swirling in his irises like fireflies in the d**d of night, the more I felt myself teeter towards the edge. Already adrenaline was coursing through my veins, growing stronger with each one of our friends that left to join the fight. If I didn’t actdidn’t do something, I swore I’d explode.
“Daisy–” He began, and I felt my control slip ever so slightly.
I shook my head at him, perhaps a bit harder than necessary, but I needed to get my point across.
“Do not tell me I can’t go out there, Nolan. I get it, you want to keep me safe, but you can’t. Maybe once you could’ve, but with magic and witches and evil spells meant to take away my free will, you just can’t anymore. We are not going to win this by locking me away in a tower like some Princess while our friends fight for their lives. I love you, Nolan, but I am going out there to fight.” I exhaled, my heart pulsing against my ribcage as he stared and stared.
I hadn’t meant for it to come out like that, rushed and callous, but we had secondsseconds to get this out in the open. We should’ve talked about it sooner, gotten it over with and communicated, but it became too easy to shove it all under the rug and enjoy the blissful moments we had together.
He swept me into his arms, his heat melting into my skin and his scent swirling around my head. I didn’t fight him but sank into the embrace and felt his heartbeat quickening to match my own. My eyes drifted shut when his lips found my forehead, sending wave after wave of sparks skittering along my skin.
When he pulled away, his eyes slightly hooded, they were absent of anger.
“I know, Daisy. I wasn’t going to keep you from the fight. I just…” He let out a sharp breath, his eyes falling shut. “I wanted to apologize for being so selfish with you. You’re a Luna, the best I could’ve ever asked for, but I’ve been keeping you from your full potential by smothering you. I haven’t been treating you as my equal, and that stops today.”
His thumb swiped at my cheek, making me realize a tear had escaped my eye. I blinked a few times, clearing my vision so I could stare up at him. How he could be so raw and understanding when it went against his very nature, I’d never know, but it would be a part of him I’d cherish forever.
“We need to go out there and help them.” He said, a wicked glint in his eyes, one promising d***h and destruction. “Are you in?”
I wanted to say yes more than anything, but there was something I needed to dosomething I’d been wanting to do since we’d gotten here.
“I’m in, but I have to do something first…” I trailed off, debating on how much I should say. There was no telling it would work, so I wanted to keep the details to myself. “I’ll catch up with you, okay?
Promise.”
He was reluctant, I could tell by the way his eyes darkened, turning that ferocious gold into a ruddy bronze.
“Go. I’ll watch over her.” Deacon barked. “Bridgette’s just gone out to help as well.”
A second time, I was swept into Nolan’s arms, only this time around his lips closed over my own. Every sense I had working on overdrive shut down one by one, all going lax under Nolan’s intoxicating taste.
His scent flooded my nose, mixing with the adrenaline in my veins and filling my heart with enough love to make me feel as though I were floating.
When he pulled away, I realized how much I truly had to fight for, and finally understood that even with
Conjuration, it was one of the biggest weapons I had against the blood-witch.
“What’s your plan, kid?” Deacon asked, tilting his head, and eyeing me with a look I couldn’t quite decipher.
I turned towards the stairs, listening to the uneven rasp that droned on and on.
“I need to talk to Spence.”
The sight was so much worse than I could’ve imagined, and the smellit was near overwhelming. His eyes were stark white, so pale against mottled, charred flesh that it struck a chord of terror within me.
He laid flat on the bed, his chest barely moving as he breathed in and out, in and out. On every exhale, his lungs would rattle, and eyes would flare with remnants of pain.
There wasn’t much left of his face, only two gaping holes where his eyes sat and a b****y stump that served as his nose. Even his hair had been b****d off, lingering in wispy tufts that looked far too fragile.
Some part of me wondered if his clothing had been welded to his flesh, or if Deacon had managed to cut it off of him before it could glue itself to the wounds.
“Spence…” I whispered, kneeling beside the bed. “I need to talk to you if that’s alright. You don’t have to say anything. If you can, I’d like you to blink once for yes and twice for no.”
His eyes had followed me as I entered the room and sank to the floor. Slowly, they closed and opened.
I felt Deacon watching at my back, silent but present.
Yes.
“Alright.” I exhaled, clasping my trembling hands together. “I know you have your reasons for not liking magic, but if I told you I could use my magic to give you a second chance with Dina, would you take it?”
His eyes remained on my face for what felt like eons before fluttering shut and opening. I waited and waited for them to close a second time, but they never did. A kernel of relief filled my chest, turning to confidence I eagerly devoured.
“I can’t make any promises, Spencer, but I’m going to try and heal you now.”
I placed my hands on what was left of his chest, cringing and whispering an apology when an inhuman groan escaped what was left of his lips.
When my eyes closed, I pulled from that well of magic I’d felt a time or two, like a pool of pure electricity only I could tap into. It prickled my nerve endings, racing along my veins and curling around my bones, melding with my deepest thoughts and innermost desires.
There was nothing left for me to do but picture what I wanted: Spencer, happy and whole, his skin fresh and unblemished.
I didn’t listen to the sounds he made, the ones that stabbed at my heart, nor did I listen to the sound of feet padding down the stairs. On and on, I poured that energy into Spencer’s body, praying above all that it would work.
It could’ve been seconds or minutes that I sat there, I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that when I opened my eyes and found myself staring down at a smooth expanse of skin, I was positive I’d faint.
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