I had to make her hear me.
Don’t listen to her! Lena! You can’t trust her— But there was nothing. Our connection was broken in the presence of Sarafine. It was like she had cut the phone line between us.
“Lena, you can’t possibly understand the choice you are being pressured to make. What is at stake.”
The rain turned from a patter of tears to a screaming downpour.
“As if you could trust him. After a thousand lies.” Sarafine glared at Macon and turned to Lena. “I wish we had more time to talk, Lena. But you have to make the Choice, and I am Bound to explain the stakes. There are consequences; your uncle wasn’t lying about that.” She paused. “If you choose to go Dark, all the Light Casters in our family will die.”
Lena went pale. “Why would I ever agree to do that?”
“Because if you choose to go Light, all the Dark Casters and Lilum in our family will die.” Sarafine turned and looked at Macon. “And I do mean, all. Your uncle, the man who has been like a father to you, will cease to exist. You will destroy him.”
Macon disappeared and materialized in front of Lena, not even a second later. “Lena, listen to me. I am willing to make the sacrifice. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to feel guilty about letting me go. I have always known what you would choose. Make the Choice. Let me go.”
Lena was reeling. Could she really destroy Macon if what Sarafine said was true? But if it was true, what other choice did she have? Macon was only one person, even though she loved him.
“There is something else I can offer,” Sarafine added.
“What could you possibly have to offer that would make me want to kill Gramma, Aunt Del, Reece, Ryan?”
Sarafine tentatively took a few steps toward Lena. “Ethan. We have a way the two of you can be together.”
“What are you talking about? We’re already together.” Sarafine cocked her head slightly and her eyes narrowed. Something passed across her golden eyes. Recognition.
“You don’t know. Do you?” Sarafine turned to Macon and laughed. “You didn’t tell her. Well, that’s not playing fair.”
“Know what?” Lena snapped.
“That you and Ethan can never be together, not physically. Casters and Lilum cannot be with Mortals.”
She smiled, relishing the moment. “At least not without killing them.”
2.11
The Claiming
C asters cannot be with Mortals without killing them.
It all made sense now. The elemental connection between us. The electricity, the shortness of breath whenever we kissed, the heart attack that had almost killed me—we couldn’t be together physically.
I knew it was true. I remembered what Macon had said, that night in the swamp with Amma, and in my room.
A future between the two of them is impossible.
There are things you don’t see right now—things that are beyond any of our control.
Lena was shaking. She knew it was true, too. “What did you say?” she whispered.
“That you and Ethan can never really be together. You can never marry, never have children. You can never have a future, at least not a real future. I can’t believe they never told you. They certainly kept you and Ridley sheltered.”
Lena turned to Macon. “Why didn’t you tell me? You know I love him.”
“You had never had a boyfriend before, let alone a Mortal one. None of us ever dreamed it would be an issue. We didn’t realize how strong your connection with Ethan was until it was too late.”
I could hear their voices, but I wasn’t listening. We could never be together. I’d never be able to be that close to her.
The wind began to pick up, whipping the rain through the air like glass. Lighting tore across the sky.
Thunder crashed so loud the ground shook. Clearly we were no longer in the eye of the storm. I knew Lena couldn’t control herself much longer.
“When were you going to tell me?” she screamed over the wind.
“After you Claimed yourself.”
Sarafine saw her opportunity and took it. “But don’t you see, Lena? We have a way. A way you and Ethan can spend the rest of your lives together, marry, have children. Whatever you want.”
“She’d never allow that, Lena,” Macon snapped. “Even if it were possible, Dark Casters despise Mortals. They would never allow their bloodlines to be diluted with Mortal blood. It’s one of our greatest divides.”
“True, but in this case, Lena, we would be willing to make an exception, considering our alternative.
And we have found a way to make it possible.” She shrugged. “It’s better than dying.”
Macon looked at Lena, and countered, “Could you kill everyone in your family just to be with Ethan?
Aunt Del? Reece? Ryan? Your own grandmother?”