easily, I realize the Bloodletter was right. I know exactly what it is I need to do.
Reaching out, I grab on to the stone, wrapping my hand completely around it. But it’s so much sharper than it looks, and the second my fingers touch it, it slices a giant gash right down the center of my palm.
I cry out, pain and fear mingling inside me as I look at the blood dripping from my palm. I must have been wrong. I didn’t have a clue what to do and now I’ve messed up everything. Too bad I have no idea how to fix it.
Figuring the best thing to do right now is to give the bloodstone back to its circle, I start to open my hand. But before I can drop it, the other three items begin to spin around me, whizzing by faster and faster until they blur together.
“Grace!” Hudson cries out, and he’s reaching for me even though he’s still inside my mind. “Hold on, Grace! Don’t let go.”
I try, I really do. but I have no idea what I’m supposed to hold on to in a world that’s spun wildly out of control. The ground rolls beneath my feet, wind rips through my hair and tangles in my clothes while lightning sizzles along my every nerve ending.
I’m caught in a maelstrom of my own making, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do to make it stop.
And through it all, I hold the bloodstone in my hand, its strangely sharp edges digging into my palm. Drops of my own blood are streaming into the tumult now, and that might be the freakiest thing about this whole experience.
I want to let the stone go, need to let it go, but the voice deep inside me—the Unkillable Beast or something even older, I don’t know—keeps telling me to hold on to the stone just a little bit longer. So I do, even as it feels like the world is going mad around me.
And then, just as suddenly as it started, the bloodstone cracks in half and everything stops. The wind, the quake, the electricity, and the spinning magical items, all gone in the blink of an eye.
I feel it then, another wrenching deep inside me. This one is different from what I felt with Jaxon, though. This one feels less like my entire soul is being ripped to shreds and more like something is finally sliding back into place.
I stand frozen for several seconds, unable to move or breathe or even think. But then I realize that it’s over, that it’s really over, and I close my eyes. Let the bloodstone fall to the ground at my feet. And breathe, just breathe.
Until it hits me that what I’m feeling is emptiness…because Hudson is gone.
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There’s no more sarcastic voice in my head, no watchful presence, nothing but my own thoughts and memories rattling around up there.
He’s really gone.
I whirl around, shout, “Hudson—” Then freeze, because there he is, standing right in front of me.
Same Armani trousers and burgundy silk dress shirt.
Same Brit boy hair.
Same brilliant blue eyes.
Only the smile is different—his usual sardonic smirk replaced by a tiny, uncertain twist of his lips.
Oh, and his smell. His smell is new, too. But can I just say, holy hell? How could this guy have lived in my head for all those months and I not have a clue that he smells like this?
Like ginger and sandalwood and warm, inviting amber…and confidence. He smells like confidence.
“Hi, Grace.” He gives me the little two-fingered wave he used to do all the time in my head that always exasperated me. Somehow, in person, it’s just as bad.
“Hudson. You’re…” I trail off, not sure what to say to him now that he’s right in front of me.
Now that he’s real.
“Listen to me, Grace. There’s no more time.” He glances behind him, toward the stadium, where the screams have finally died down. We can hear the king over the loudspeaker, trying to get everyone calm and settled. Telling them the Trial will start in two minutes…if Grace Foster bothers to show up.
“I have to go,” I tell him, the urgency he’d had all along suddenly beating in my blood.
“I know,” he answers. “That’s why you need to listen to me. I left my powers inside you so that—”
“You left your powers inside me? Why? How do I get them out?”
“I’ll accept them back from you eventually. I’m just loaning them to