<b>Chapter </b><b>51 </b>
Elowen <b>POV </b>
The gate groaned shut behind me as I emerged from the woods, my heart pounding and my mind spinning like <b>a </b>damn slot machine stuck on chaos. Everyone rushed toward me, Daxon<b>, </b>Ash, Taya<b>, </b>Rylen, Jace<b>, </b>and the strike team nked like wolves ready to go full war mode.
I held up my hand before anyone could touch me. “Don’t. Just… don’t.”
Daxon froze with his arms outstretched. “Elowen?<b>” </b>
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I held up the small ck ss vial. It shimmered faintly, pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own.“This<b>? </b>This little bitch right here is the reason. Morrigan gave it to me.”
“What is it?” Ash asked, his voice low and dangerous.
“A potion. To break the spell on me, my memories, my bloodline, the fae magic that’s been bound since birth.” <fnd8bd> Discover more novels at FindN()vel</fnd8bd>
Taya sucked in a breath. “What’s the catch?”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I have to drink it alone. When the moon rises.”
Ash stepped closer. “Okay, alone like… nearby alone? We’ll watch from the trees..<b>” </b>
“No,” <b>I </b>cut him off. “Alone alone. She said if anyone touches me while the potion works, while the moon is doing its thing, the bond we share? Gone. Instantly. Like it never existed.”
A stunned silence fell over the group. Daxon stepped back, his jaw tight. “She said that?”
“She didn’t fucking whisper it,” I snapped. “She practically carved it into my spine. No touching. No magic. No proximity. If anyone interferes, the Goddess herself won’t be able to stitch it back together.”
Ash’s eyes were molten. “How long?”
“I have to drink it when the moon rises,” I said. “Then, when it reaches its apex, about six hourster, I return to Morrigan.”
“And if you don’t?” Rylen asked, his voice gruff. I looked him dead in the eye. “Then the spell stays. I stay fragmented. And she won’t be able to help me ever again.”
Taya looked pale. “We’ll be close though, right? Just… not touching.” Ash nodded slowly. “I’ll still ward the space<b>. </b>I can buildyers of blood and moonlight around her, protection without physical connection.”
Daxon ran a hand down his face. “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” I said, tucking the vial into the inside pocket of my jacket. “So let’s go grab coffee, pretend the world isn’t about to tilt on its damn axis, and figure out where I’m going to die a metaphorical death under the stars tonight.”
The SUV rumbled down the winding country road, the tires crunching against the gravel as pine trees blurred past the tinted windows. I sat between Ash and Daxon in the middle row, my arms crossed tight, trying not to fidget like a hyperactive ferret on espresso.
Rylen was driving, all serious jawline and narrowed eyes. Taya was in the passenger seat, her legs up on the dash like a heathen. She was humming some ridiculous pop song under her breath while Jace snored softly in the back row like a hibernating bear. The strike team SUV followed behind us like a loyal shadow.
“Everyone’s real fucking quiet for people who just had a magical tea party in a haunted ass forest,” I muttered, ncing at the group.
Ash smirked. “Forgive us, princess. Hard to chit chat when someone drops the ‘your soul might get ripped in half if
we breathe on you wrong‘ bomb<b>.</b><b>” </b>
“Okay, fair,” I said, exhaling. “But I’m not made of ss. I’m made of rage and trauma and moonlight, apparently.”
Daxon bumped my knee gently. “And we’re made of anxiety and territorial behavior. So this is a st.”
Taya turned in her seat. “After your moon ritual thing, we’re finding cake. Big cake. With like… frosting thicker than my thighs.”
Iughed, the tension cracking just a little. “I love your thighs.”
“Bitch, I know.”
The GPS chirped as the town’s name popped up on the screen. A quaint little Scottish vige, nestled in stone and ivy, was just minutes away. Lyssira stirred in my mind, pacing, nose twitching. “Something’sing. Be ready.”
“Not ominous at <b>all</b>,<b>” </b>I muttered.
Ash looked over. “What?”
“Nothing,<i>” </i>I said. “Just a gut feeling.”
I had no idea that in less than ten minutes, I was going to meet the next piece of my soul.
The bell above the door jingled as we stepped into the coziest little coffee shop I’d ever seen, soft yellow lighting, rustic wood beams, and the scent of cinnamon and dark roast that nearly made me moan out loud. I was halfway through dragging Daxon toward the counter when…..BOOM.
Not a literal explosion, but Lyssira in my mind suddenly detonated.
“MATE! MATE MATE MATE!”
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I stopped dead. My whole body seized up like I’d just been tasered through the ovaries.
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