The Dragon Realm (Dark World The Dragon Twins #2) - Michelle Madow Page 0,61

paper provided—to tell her that we’re here, and why. She’ll come to us when she’s ready.”

I sighed with relief that Shivani wouldn’t be leaving me in this awful place alone.

As long as she was with me, I was safe.

Shivani sat down and penned the letter. Once done, she folded it, picked it up, and it disappeared in a flame in her palm.

“How long will we wait?” I bounced my leg, anxious to get rid of my heartbreak. I kept seeing the moment when Gemma appeared by Ethan’s side, and the way he’d looked at her with so much love…

My heart couldn’t bear it.

“The spell is dangerous, but it doesn’t take much preparation,” she said. “Minutes, if even.”

Less than a minute later, an ebony-skinned woman teleported into the room. She wore a patterned purple dress with a matching hairpiece wrapped around her head. She was strikingly beautiful… and there was a dangerous glint in her dark eyes.

She held a large, pewter goblet in one hand, and a matching dagger in the other. “Mira Brown,” she said, sizing me up. “Dragon twin of the Gemini prophecy. Shivani has written to me about your plight. The pain you must be feeling…” she trailed off, as if waiting for me to finish the sentence.

“It’s agonizing,” I said. “I can’t live with it. Shivani said you could help.”

“Of course I can help.” She smiled and placed the goblet down on the table. “Your purpose here on Earth is important. You can’t be distracted by such awful feelings. That wouldn’t benefit any of us, now, would it?”

“No,” I agreed. “It wouldn’t.”

“This spell is dark, and dangerous,” she said. “It’s a blood spell. But helping you helps us all. Which is why I’m happy to do it for you.”

“Thank you,” I said. “What do you need me to do?”

“Just follow my instructions.” She held the tip of the dagger to the top of her forearm and cut a deep gash that stopped at her wrist. She didn’t flinch, or show even a single sign of pain. Then she held her arm over the goblet and let her blood flow into the chalice.

It was so much blood. I wasn’t sure how she wasn’t passing out from the loss of it.

Finally, she moved her arm away.

The gash knitted together and healed.

“How did you do that?” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the place where the wound had been.

Because witches didn’t have accelerated healing abilities like vampires and shifters. That shouldn’t have been possible.

“I took healing potion in preparation for the spell,” she explained, and she held the dagger out to me, handle first, with her hand wrapped around the blade. “Take a drop from your palm and add it into the goblet.”

I did as she said, although I grimaced when I pricked my palm. The blood dropped into the chalice, and the Voodoo Queen picked it back up.

She gazed down into it, then started reciting a spell in Latin. It was like no spell I’d learned during my time in Utopia. It had to have been created by her, or by one of her ancestors.

Wind whipped around her, and a silver glow surrounded the goblet.

The magic felt sinister. Evil.

Dark.

Shivani had told me that this spell was dark magic. But still, it sent a shiver down my spine, like it was warning me away.

Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, a tiny voice said in the back of my mind.

I pushed it down.

Because the pain in my soul was too intense. If getting rid of it meant participating in a bit of dark magic, then so be it. And, like the Voodoo Queen had said, getting rid of this pain would allow me to fully focus on doing my part in saving the world from the demons.

I was doing this to help us all.

The silver glow expanded, until it surrounded me. It was icy cold, even to me. It prickled over my skin, and my lungs burned as I breathed it in. Even my bones felt cold.

Unlike my ice magic, which felt comforting and safe, the cold coming from the silver magic hurt.

But it didn’t hurt as badly as the pain in my heart. Nothing in the world could ever be as agonizing as that.

The silver magic disappeared back into the chalice, and I could breathe again.

The Voodoo Queen stared hungrily down into it.

Then she lifted it to her lips and drank from it. “Perfect,” she said, and she handed it to me. “Only take a sip. Anything else