Chapter 277

Marabella POV

One week Later

Jonah dropped me off at the hotel, my brother was still here, and we were still no closer to finding a way to open that damn coffin. Kyan had been on edge. The more time I spent with my brother, the more he questioned me, yet now that we weren't sure we could even open the coffin, I debated this entire thing.

The grimoires offered nothing, and Dominic's presence became less and less. He was having trouble coming through to me, and half the time was spent trying to decipher what he was telling me. Lately, it was like static interference.

He could never stay long, and he tried to tell me it was because my bonds to my mates were sealed entirely now. It made no sense to me, but he explained the more I relied on my mates, the less I needed him, which was quite bothersome because I needed him to figure out how to open the coffin. Stepping out of the elevator, the apartment door was wide open. The Hotel had been shut down since the incident. Jonah and Kyan couldn't obviously risk someone falling out a window, but most of the repairs were done, and as I stepped into the apartment, men were fixing the windows on this level finally.

Eziah sat on the couch with one of the grimoires in hand, flicking through the pages. He had been different the last couple of days, his moods changing rapidly, which wasn't helping me. We had been clashing, and then arguing with Kyan about when he was leaving was driving me insane. He hated my brother, which was understandable, but if he knew why he was here, maybe he would have a change of heart. Yet if I couldn't open the damn coffin, it was for nothing, and he would be even more angered that I dug his father up for nothing.

Mum had also been fiddling with the fates trying to see ahead, but besides the occasional nosebleed and headache, she couldn't see much because Eziah and I were directly involved in that future, futures she couldn't see clearly.

"Hey," I tell Eziah, sitting next to him. His aura radiated out angrily, and he stunk heavily of liquor. I glance at him to find his eyes bloodshot and huge dark circles under his eyes.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just not sleeping well,” he mutters, glaring at the workers who were nearly done and cleaning up the mess from replacing the windows. "Find anything helpful,”

"No, it is mostly in old Latin,"

Italian?" I ask. Eziah shakes his

dead language. Not many speak it anymore, and then some are in old Gaelic, which makes no sense since they

easy,” Eziah

them, and Eziah gets up off the

the bottle he opened, he made a face, and the smell

the heck

a wink before downing the glass. I shake my

Eziah in the last week. Was that he had a drinking problem, and depending on

had been practicing on trying open, yet it wasn't the same. Kaif had sealed it shut with his magic for me the other night,

only his magic could open it. Magic I had no idea how to use, but Kaif was also becoming wary of taking over. Kyan had been

control, and I managed to convince him he dreamt it; however, I knew that excuse wouldn't work again. I was pretty sure he knew I was lying through the bond. Shaking that thought away, I turned back to look at the Grimoire. I sighed, symbols and

as he grabbed another spellbook. He snickers laughing at me, and I shake my head. "Okay, I will stop laughing, try this one," he says, squinting at the book. His energy was making me feel drunk, he couldn't even walk straight, so I had no idea how he

me try reading it," I tell him reaching for the book. Eziah chuckled, pulling the

my eyes.

channel your inner power,"

the damn spell Eziah or give me the

his words, and I get annoyed, intending

musculus sphincter ani," he slurred.

a spell,” I tell him, reaching for the book,

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