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Chapter Two Hundred and Forty One.

DAEMON'S POV

"I think I know where they've taken her," Julia said.

"Then we should get going immediately," I replied, but she shook her head.

"We won't make it to her in time."

"Well, standing here doing nothing isn't helping-so fucking lead the way."

I was growing restless, and the delay was only making it worse.

She reached into her bag and I caught Alexander stiffen, his eyes locked on her every move. I hadn't even realized she'd been carrying anything.

But all she pulled out was a rope. She handed it to me.

"What the fuck is this? A rope?"

"Not just any rope. It's enchanted-meant for supernatural beings, especially those with abilities and gifts. If we're too late and the goddess has already taken over Aliyah's body, we'll need this to bind her. It's the only way to stop her... at least temporarily."

I took the rope. It looked ordinary, but the moment I touched it, I felt the pulse of its magic.

"Daemon and I will go find her," Alexander said. But of course, I could already see an argument brewing-one we didn't have time for.

"It's either we all go or you'll stay and let me go." Kaida said, the challenge clear in her voice.

"This could be dangerous. I don't want you anywhere near it."

"I can take care of myself. You have to stop treating me like a child."

"I know that," Alexander replied. "But someone needs to keep an eye on Julia-l

enough to leave her here

to care that Julia

finally gave

kissing

get going now," I said, my patience thin. The pair parted

place Julia had described. I would've brought her with us, but she

stone. The pillars were wrapped in faded, torn cloth that

breeze, like old

to

careful in there, this might be a set up."

hit

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smell

the smell, stopping before a door that had been locked. I broke it open

black cloaks, all on their knees as if in worship-of something, or someone. On a table lay a naked figure: a woman with both wrists slit. The white cloth beneath her was stained deep red with blood, and more had gathered around her

Aliyah.

Too late. Once again.

rose to their feet, one after another, blocking her from my

not be

him before he could finish. I drove my hand into his chest and ripped out his

believe it. She couldn't be

was about

was on her feet now-the slits on her wrists and the deep wound on

was different. There was a boldness in

dropped to

light," they recited, and she stood there, taking in their

Very well," she commented. "But I fear I

own blood. Shock filled their wide eyes as the wounds darkened, the blackness creeping across their bodies like rot. Within

moment they were living beings

they had laid out for her, slipped it on,

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