“How?”
“When your daughter disappeared Marika forced the mage to cast a spell linking the two of you together.”
Well that seemed . . . redundant.
“Why?” She gave an impatient lift of her shoulder. “We’ve been linked together since our birth.”
Yannah nodded. “Yes, your minds, but not your souls.”
“Our souls?”
Yannah grimaced. “For lack of a better word.”
Kata froze, a sick dread forming in the pit of her stomach. “What exactly does that mean?”
“Marika wanted to make sure that Sergei couldn’t kill her without risking you as well.”
“So if she dies . . .” Kata couldn’t finish the sentence. It was too horrible.
Yannah, on the other hand, didn’t have a damned bit of trouble.
“You get sucked into the underworld with her.”
Kata surged to her feet, panic screaming through her body as she headed across the small cell.
“Blessed goddess.”
“Where are you going?”