Jassyn hesitated, fingers hovering next to Lykor’s temples before he grabbed him. A thought assaulted Lykor, diving into his mind. A command. Coercion. Show me where she is.
Lykor’s spine went rigid as telepathic power penetrated his skull. The past repeated itself, drowning him in a whirlpool of horrific memories. Galaeryn invading his mind. Breaking him. Shattering him. Reforging him. Binding him with orders. Rendering him powerless. Tethered and shackled to a cold stone table. Alone. Left for dead time and time again after every transformation from elf to wraith and wraith to elf.
Recoiling from the flashbacks, Lykor furiously wrenched his awareness back to the glade. Jassyn clutched his face, impaling telepathy further into his brain, lodging the magic like a spike.
Lykor snapped his fangs in an attempt to reach him. To stop him. He had no other defense now than to tear out the elf’s throat. His pulse thrashed in his head as coercion tunneled into him, burrowing into his thoughts.
“Get out!” Lykor barked, grappling the restraining plants with all his might.
Disregarding him, Jassyn’s fingers tightened around his face. Where is she? His eyes glazed over as he delved further, invading the depths of Lykor’s mind. What else do you know?
Lykor was a fool, believing this elf had wanted to help him. Jassyn’s true intentions were clear now—exploiting him to discover what the king had tucked away, concealed from the world.
“I am not a curiosity for you to poke and prod,” Lykor snarled.
An animalistic rage erupted at the helplessness. Lykor went wild ripping at the vines—a rabid beast chained, fighting for freedom. He was unable to toss Jassyn out, unable to assemble a mental barricade, unable to do anything but stand there as the elf rifled through everything.
Jassyn barreled through those obsidian doors where Lykor kept his memories concealed from Aesar. Nothing was hidden. Everything was on display. Aesar, the wraith, their stronghold’s location, the girl, the compulsion to kill Vesryn. Everything.
Jassyn released him, staggering back with a gasp. The surrounding plants wilted, slackening their hold on Lykor.
HE KNOWS. HE KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT US. WHAT HAVE I DONE?
“You…” Jassyn trailed off, face frozen in disbelief. Rapidly blinking, comprehension of all he’d reaped spun in those amber eyes that Lykor was going to rip out of his skull. “You’re—”
Lykor bared his fangs. Lunging forward, he tore free from the vines, sinking his canines into Jassyn’s neck. An explosion of coppery blood curled Lykor’s tongue, hauling bile up his throat.
Ice slithered out of his teeth. Lykor didn’t hold the toxins back—didn’t know how—didn’t care if the venom stopped Jassyn’s heart.
Lykor dodged to the side as Jassyn stumbled forward and collapsed, a boneless fish flopping to the ground.
Lykor spit profusely before yanking in a breath, inflamed by the assault. The violation. He savagely scrubbed his mouth as an uncomfortable swarm of emotions crawled over his skin like a horde of fleas.
The wraith would have to leave immediately. There was no more time. Not now. Not when he’d foolishly allowed this elf to get so close.
Wild with rage, Lykor’s chest heaved as he stared at the elf’s crumpled form, paralyzed by the venom. He ripped the blade out of his shoulder, flinging it to the ground.
Clarity returned to Lykor, one breath at a time. The elf wouldn’t be able to inform anyone of his secrets if he was dead…
No, Aesar answered, panicked and alarmed. And now, inconveniently, awake. He hauled rending away before Lykor could obliterate the elf, greedily clutching the talent. Withholding retribution.
IT’S A RISK KEEPING HIM ALIVE, Lykor snarled. DON’T TRY TO STOP ME. Lykor wrestled with Aesar, forcibly shoving him into his precious library, locking him behind the atrium doors. HE WILL DIE FOR INVADING MY MIND.
Like scruffing a pup, Lykor seized the back of the elf’s white leathers. Dragging his limp body across the glade, Lykor dumped him face down into the stream. Bubbles broke the surface as he floated along the water, releasing his last lungful of air.
As an afterthought, Lykor plucked the stolen dagger from his belt. Whipping it through the air, he impaled the elf’s shoulder, lest he try to use Essence to save himself.
Which reminded him… Lykor stepped forward, intending to siphon his power.
Aesar remerged, warring to reassert his control over their body to aid the drowning elf. But Lykor’s grip was too strong, his fury too bright. You’re no better than the king if you do that. Aesar’s accusation was quiet, but his words sliced deep.
AND HE’S NO BETTER THAN THE KING FOR RAVAGING MY MIND. IT’S A WASTE NOT HARVESTING HIS MAGIC FOR THE WRAITH.
Sensing Aesar rallying, Lykor pivoted, cleaving the air to tear open a portal. Uninterested in a battle of wills, he retreated to the Aerie. Abandoning the search for the Heart.
He’d foolishly put the wraith at risk, but he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. And as punishment for stupidly seeking help, Lykor had endured another breach of his mind. It was no less than he deserved for having such an idiotic weakness.
For putting his trust in a stranger. Believing that he could be saved.
It was too late for that.
CHAPTER 49
SERENNA
Swaggering with an arm flung around Serenna’s shoulders, Fenn was still marveling at the Heart of Stars, shimmering with a soft blue glow. Gentle starlight trickled down the cavern mirrors, illuminating the empty streets as they journeyed back to the Aerie.
Fenn drew to a halt after they crossed a stony bridge, finally tucking the relic away. Chewing on a lip ring, he cradled Serenna’s hands in his claws.
“What?” she prompted while he hesitated.
“After we give the Heart to Lykor…” Fenn’s fingers tightened around hers. “Would you be interested in staying with me tonight?” The rest of his words tumbled out in a rush. “You don’t have to. I only thought… Perhaps I could tempt you to surrender more sleep?”
The hopeful look smoldering his eyes heated Serenna’s chest. “Are you always this insatiable?” Her voice held more interest than she’d intended. “I can hardly wal—”
Fenn smirked before she had a chance to finish. Cheeks flushing, Serenna wasn’t about to stroke his ego by asking if all wraith had the same stamina.
“I’ll always be ravenous for you, she-elf.” A storm of desire brewed in Fenn’s gaze. “I fear I’ll perish if I don’t have you again.”
