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

won’t understand. Pierce

don’t need

get it exactly right–I can sever the imprint. I can cut Riot’s rot out of her spine and anchor her to me instead Hot mark claim the usual way. This is older. Dirtier. It’s the

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

I snap, louder than I

steps back like I burned him, but he doesn’t drop

three strides and grab his wrist. “Give it

Eyes wide. “You

exactly what

needs rest–she needs

“She’s out of time.”

the cot again, mouth open in a silent scream. Her spine bows. Her fingers curl like claws around the edge of the sheet.

rest. That 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

He hesitates.

a low rasping sound like metal

He stares

you try to stop me again, I’ll put

yank the bag back, drop to my knees beside the cot, and start

at the point. My fingers are steady

her body–ruined and burning and

One

Her to me.

Or nothing.

cloth

and toss it aside. The blade glints once in the low light, dark as hell, dull until it wants to bite. My palm curls around the hilt and my breath

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than I

Good.

snap without looking. “Boil water. Tear open anything with alcohol.

scramble, curses tumbling. A jug slams. Metal clatters. Theo

cot to steady her twitching body. I press the flat of my hand to her collarbone–right a púlse point where she used to bite

“If

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

press harder. Anchor

like someone’s hooking wire through her spine and yanking. A low snarl slips from

Not her voice.

Not her.

means I’m

100%

to her ribs, drag it up and over her head, toss it aside. She’s burning. Skin flushed deep red, veins dark, coiled

kids and she tried to jump that fence behind

blood.

two fingers to

Find the pulse.

my mother made me memorize by beating it into

Root. Blood. Anchor.

Jessica shrieks.

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