“What is that?” Hazel asks.
“We had no idea how you would feed when you were first born.” Knight shakes the box. “We had Truthseeker forged by a demonic blacksmith.” He pops the lid, revealing a tiny dagger. If I had to guess, I would say it’s black stainless steel or some other material that looks like it.
“But Zephyr is an angel,” Hazel whispers.
“He’s also your bonded mate,” Wraith says. “You won’t find a gilded angelic blade here. Not unless it’s attached to an angel that won’t be quick to give it up.” He shrugs, taking the dagger from the box. “This is the best and only solution I have to offer. It’s this or you regurgitate sins to fuel his magic for eternity. I’ll let you make that call.”
Hazel’s chest rattles as she exhales heavily. “Do it.”
Chapter Thirty
Hazel
I’m about to lose my shit.
If this doesn’t fix Zephyr…
It’s like I can’t even fathom that as a possibility.
I’d have to find a not-fallen angel to devour, and even then, I have no way of knowing if their gilded blade would stick around on this plane or simply reappear in Heaven once that angel was no longer alive.
That means this has to work.
My mom wraps her arms around me, kissing my cheek. “I love you. Wraith and Knight are going to do everything they can.”
“I know.”
Allowing Zephyr to die would fracture my soul, and they’ll do anything they can to prevent that from happening. They may love to torment me, but I know they would never purposely cause me harm.
“Restrain my daughter,” Wraith says.
My mom steps back, and Annex’s arms wrap around my middle. I don’t even fight him. At least not until Wraith’s hand transforms into claws, and he jabs that clawed hand right intoZephyr’s chest. Silver blood pools around his fingers, and my panic intensifies.
“They didn’t have to do all that to sever the cords,” I choke out.
“A human doesn’t have to be cut open to be shot, but I can assure you a good surgeon would open up their patient to fix any interior damage rather than simply sewing up the bullet wound,” Wraith says. “Nadia, if you would.” He bends over, bringing his other hand close to Zephyr’s chest. “This silver tether needs to be mended to the one dangling from Hazel.”
My head tilts.
What?
“Are we thinking now might be a good time to knock her out?” Knight asks. “I’ll just…”
And the next thing I know, everything goes black.
My eyes pop open, and for whatever reason, I’m in the process of sitting up. Annex’s face is the first thing I see, but that’s only for a fraction of a second before my forehead slams into his cheek.
“Shit, baby doll. Are you okay?” he says, helping me sit back against the couch cushion.
“I’m fine. What happened?”
“I knocked you out,” Knight says. “But good news, your mom was able to tether the angel to you in a similar way to how Wraith and I are tethered to your mom. It should keep him from expiring without his connection to the angelic divine.”
“And his soul accepted Truthseeker,” Wraith says. “It was up in the air for a few moments, but I believe the fact the two of you are fated allowed the angel to bond with a demonic blade.”
“Or the fact that her soul now basically acts like the angelic source where he’s concerned,” Knight says.
Okay, my brain is officially fried.
