“When I asked how we could take it off, they said we would have to venture to where it was created and have the creatorremove it. That doing so was the only way, and that we couldn’t remove it ourselves.”
Bowan sighed. “Please tell me they gave you more details than that.”
“They did. The gem comes from the mines of Harrivee’s floating meadows on the Solis continent, and they showed me what its creator looks like. A female Solis fairy forged Bastian’s anklet.”
My mate’s aura flared, and his attention fixated on my collar.
I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. I’d been thinking it ever since I saw Bastian’s anklet.
I raised a finger to my collar, and a pulse of magic emitted from it. “The gem on Bastian’s anklet looks identical to the gem in my collar.”
Jax’s throat bobbed. “It does.”
Tears threatened to spring into my eyes. “Do you think the fairy who forged Bastian’s anklet also forged my collar?”
Jax’s eyes gleamed, and our mate bond hummed with his heightened emotion. “We can only hope they did.”
Magic swelled inside me. Potent, powerful magic. The semelees had shown me the face of a female who resided in a land far away. A female with silver hair, crystalline blue eyes, and small black wings. She was the female who had forged Bastian’s anklet, and we needed to find her. She was the only one who could remove it.
And a part of me, a trembling, hopeful sliver of my soul, hoped it was possible that she’d created my collar too.
I didn’t want to get my hopes up, though, and I knew that we needed to focus on Bastian, not me. Yet a part of me couldn’t help but dream.
Bowan arched an eyebrow. “Does this mean we’re going to the Solis continent?”
The aura around Jax grew, and for the first time since learning the depth of my guardian’s betrayals, a flash of possibility ignited inside me.
A fierce look of determination stole over Jax’s face. “That’s exactly where we’re going. Because if someone is mining magical gems on the Solis continent to control my brother and other half-breeds on our continent, then we need to stop them.” His attention flickered to me, his eyes burning like sapphires. “And since Bastian’s anklet looks strikingly similar to Elowen’s collar, then it’s possible that many summers ago, the same fairy forged Elowen’s necklace, and maybe, just maybe they’ll know how to remove it too.”
