His Trouble Maker

Chapter 109

Chapter 109

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“I’m not watching you kill her!”

“Pierce-”

“No. Let him!” I throw a hand out, stopping Theo from going after him. “Let him go.”

I fucking get it. That shithead loves her. In his own twisted, useless way.

I get it.

But I’m not him.

I kneel by her again. Her lips are parted. Blood drying in the corners. Her pulse is thready as hell.

Fuck.

I swipe the sweat off her collarbone. She flinches. Not even awake, but still trying to fight. That’s my girl.

Theo’s pacing behind me, muttering under his breath like that’s gonna fix shit. I don’t look at him.

“Get me a knife,” I snap.

“What?” Theo freezes. “What the hell for?”

“I need blood. Mine.”

“You’re not making her drink again-”

“No. I’m claiming her.”

Silence.

Then Pierce laughs. Bitter. Loud. From the top of the hatch. “You’re insane.”

I don’t look at him. “Get me the damn knife.”

“You’re gonna do the mating here?” Theo asks, voice low, like maybe he didn’t hear me right. “Right now?”

“She’s not gonna make it to a fucking altar.”

“You’re not thinking-”

“She’s dying”

If I don’t do something, she’s going to die.

I’m not stupid. I know what I’m doing. My hands shake, but I keep them steady enough to unzip the black kit bag on the floor. There’s a drawer inste hidden under the first flap of gauze and burn gef, behind the false wall I stitched in years ago I already know what’s on there. I kept it the way she taught

me.

Obsidian blades wrapped in salt cloth.

magic.

Old magic. Blood magic. My mother’s magic. Stuff that got buried when the new regime took over, when the Elders outlawed half the shit that used to save lives, Stuff no one talks about anymore unless they want to be exiled.

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She taught me before she died. Taught me with her hands over mine and

Pierce sure as

I don’t

it exactly right–I can sever the imprint. I can cut Riot’s rot out of her spine and anchor her to me

not fucking possible!” Theo shouts, his voice cracking as

I snap, louder than I mean

I burned him, but he doesn’t

move. Quick. Cross the room in three strides and grab his wrist.

way.” He’s panting. Eyes wide. “You don’t

know exactly

needs rest–she

“She’s out of time.”

bows. Her fingers curl like claws around the edge of the sheet. The bulb af flickers

is not healing. That is her dying

Theo looks away.

say. “I’m not negotiating. I’m not following orders. She’s mine. I’ll tear the rot out with my own fucking teeth

He hesitates.

rasping sound like

go of Theo’s wrist. He stares at the bag. Then

swear to God,” I mutter, “if you try to stop me again, I’ll put you through that

to my knees beside the cot, and start unwrapping the salt

Dull on the edges. Sharp at

and still beautiful–and I know there’s

cut. One spell. One

Her to me.

Or nothing.

cloth

dried last time–my mother’s blood, maybe mine too. I don’t care. I ball the rag and toss it aside. The blade glints once in the low light, dark as hell, dull until it wants to bite. My palm curls

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heavier than

Good.

looking. “Boil water. Tear open anything

clatters. Theo paces the wall like a dog losing

steady her twitching body. I press the flat of my hand to

not soft. “If you

now but looking straight through me. Pupils blown. Irises wildsilver. Her lips move t something’s whispering to her from the

harder. Anchor her

someone’s hooking wire through her

Not her voice.

Not her.

That means I’m

100%

her ribs, drag it up and over her head, toss it

under the rib. Right under the scar I gave her when we were kids and she tried to jump that fence

blood. New blood. All the

two fingers to the

Find the pulse.

made me memorize by beating it into my back with a switch every time I

Root. Blood. Anchor.

Jessica shrieks.

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