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Fen’s revelation was enough to stir from Uriah’s arms. “Wh-what?”
“It was Darcy,” came an exhausted Fen, his hands dropping to his knees as he came to a full stop in front of them. A leather carrier placed over his back held the Scythe of Versipellis.
“ Darcy? ” asked, looking down at his dead lover’s body.
“There’s more, ,” Fen managed, still gasping to catch his breath. “The ritual, when complete, makes Luna immortal, just like the King of Wolves once was.”
“But it’s not complete,” replied as he got to his feet.
“Then it’s not over yet,” a worried look crossed Fen’s face. “Where’s Pruitt?”
The three were pulled from conversation by the crackling sound of the nearby arena light exploding, its stand collapsing.
“Don’t move,” Uriah cautioned , speeding toward the fire as fast as possible.
Worry on his face, reached for the purple potion still cradled in his hand.
“ , no! ” Fen shouted, grabbing for ’s arm. “I saw this, too.”
pulled away, yanking the lid off the beaker.