Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,146
in a strange language I couldn’t understand. Panic was shooting through me even more with their appearance. Thanatos leaned down and brushed his lips against my ear, kissing below my earlobe.
“Do you accept the return of your soul, Magdalena Fitzgerald?” he asked huskily.
I blinked, turning to look at Spyder, who nodded, squeezing my hand tightly with encouragement. Fear filled my core, knowing that something big was happening here—something I couldn’t understand.
The seal was in my womb, and if it was unleashed, it would end the world. I didn’t know if that was the plan, but I refused to let it to escape and slaughter everything and everyone.
“That won’t happen, Magdalena,” he said, reading my thoughts. “Lucian wouldn’t allow it, not even for you. It’s been handled. Do you accept the soul you lost? Or do you deny what I offer?” Thanatos repeated.
“I accept. But not if it’s evil, cursed, been used to do shady shit, or anything to that accord.”
“Beggars cannot be choosers, Lena. I only played with it a little; I promise,” Thanatos chuckled darkly, sending a rush of something worrisome through me. “She accepts. Your turn, Kendra.”
I blinked at the name Thanatos spoke, watching as my sister removed her hood, stepping beside me.
“Hey you,” she whispered thickly, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “I have something for you. You need it now more than I do. I didn’t get to say goodbye before, but I bartered for that and to leave you with a gift. One of us should have a happily ever after, right?”
Her hand touched mine, sending warmth rushing through me. I watched her, unable to speak, But I knew she would hear my thoughts.
“I failed you, Kendra.”
“No, you didn’t, Lena. You protected Makenna from death. You were there when she needed you most. I didn’t actually expect you to fight the Devil for his daughter. I never thought Lucifer wanted her, but he adores her, and he loves her. I asked you to protect her and to remind her of me often. I always knew I would be the one to die and that you would go on. Even now, as you lay here dead, you’re filled with life, Magdalena. You’re meant for more, and we all realized that. You’re the light that shines in our darkest hour.”
“We’re all dead, Kendra. I fail to see how that can be considered shining,” I screamed internally. “Look around us. Our bloodline is all here—dead.”
“You’ll have more children, and you will keep the line alive. You are eternally blessed.”
“I can’t have children. My womb is a prison for Lucian’s seal,” I argued, doing my best to ignore the screaming of the furies.
“Yes, you can. We’re interchangeable, right? My gift to you, sister, is my womb. It was spelled within my body, saved by our coven for you. You will carry us on with you,” Kendra whispered, leaning against the altar. “Not all of us are dead. Some of us were stolen from Death, and placed where neither it, nor he can ever reach us. Have faith, Lena. Parts have been moving while you adapted to your new life. You’re not meant to house evil, and those things within you turn evil when in the presence of their maker. You didn’t think we’d let the bloodline die out, did you?” Kendra asked, tilting her head. “We’re witches, sister. We live for the line and to keep it going. While you were falling in love, we were setting the stage to guarantee you survived. Your death tossed a wrench into the design, but Lucian helped us fix it easily. Inside Club Chaos, in the hallway outside the room where your body lay, I made a deal with him to ensure you would come back to us. I was already dead before Lucifer ever touched me. Witches, right? The end goal is all that matters, and to make sure that one of us continued, we all agreed to make that sacrifice. I love you, Lena. Find me when I am reborn, and bring me home where I belong.”
I tried to move my hand, but she shimmered in the breeze and vanished as red-hot pain shot through me. The hands holding my limbs and body tightened while the chanting reached a crescendo. My body twisted and turned as something built in my chest. My throat was filled with vile matter, and my mouth was forced open as black flecks escaped, bursting into the night air.