Harbinger of Change
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Cassiel was as much a prisoner as I was, and he did not know it. Not until now. As Lady Drusilla and Lord Vaner continued their spat, I watched my bondmate. He wheezed as he lay on his side. Despite my anger and frustration at him, I hated watching him in agony.
Lady Drusilla began pacing, anger playing over her face. I could not comprehend how she was his mother. How was she still alive?
“Exactly, we must continue with the transfer. After all, we only have Nocturn once a century.” He rubbed his thumb across his temple and turned away from Drusilla.
Rage flitted across her expression.
“If you will not listen, I will not allow you the host.” She lunged for Piper in the officer’s hands.
My breath stuck in my throat. Everything moved too fast, yet I saw the collision coming. I threw myself forward, my body knowing what was to come before my mind caught up.
“No, please. Please—”
A snap rang through the Grand Hall. The sound of my heart snapping. Piper went limp in her hands.
My cry cut off with a gurgle.
Blood flowed from my lips. I coughed the copper taste, spattering the floor before me. Drusilla released Piper, and she thudded on the ground at her feet, limp—lifeless. I stretched my arm out as if I could close the distance between us.
“Amara!” Cassiel’s bellow echoed in my ears.
Blood continued to gush from my mouth. I met Cassiel’s horrified gaze where he lay on his front, trembling. His massive body weaker than I had ever seen. His mouth moved, black ink dripping from his lips.
I choked on a breath, my pulse slowing, the thrum fading from my ears. My vision blurred, and flashes of Piper flitted across my memory.
So much pain.
“Why is she not dead?” Drusilla said, voice laden with frustration.
The question echoed in my thoughts, mingling with pain and agony.
Why am I not dead?
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