Lena! Get out of there!
I couldn’t choke out the words. I didn’t have enough air.
Sarafine advanced. “There will be no New Order. The universe has already brought Darkness upon the Mortal world. But things will get worse.” Lightning sliced across the Carolina blue sky, touching down on the old stone arch, reducing it to rubble.
Sarafine’s golden yellow eyes were glowing, and Lena’s gold and green ones started to glow, too. The flames of the outer circle around Lena were spreading, touching the perimeter of the inner one.
“Sarafine!” Abraham shouted. “Enough of these games. Kill her, or I will.”
Sarafine stalked toward Lena, her dress blowing around her ankles. The Four Horsemen had nothing on her. She was rage and vengeance, wrath and malice, in beautifully twisted human form. “You have shamed me for the last time.”
The sky began to darken above us, forming a dense black cloud.
I tried to pull away from the supernatural grip, but every time I moved, Abraham closed his hand more and the vise around my neck tightened. It was hard to force my eyes to stay open. I kept blinking, trying not to pass out.
Lena thrust her open hands into the fire, and the circle pushed away from her. The flames didn’t die down, but they were expanded outward at Lena’s command.
The black cloud followed Sarafine, swirling above her. I blinked harder, trying to concentrate. I realized it wasn’t a storm cloud trailing Sarafine.
It was a swarm of Vexes.
Sarafine called out above the hissing fire. “On the first day, there was Dark Matter. On the second, an Abyss from which, on the third day, the Dark Fire rose. On the fourth day, from the smoke and flame, all Power was born.” She stopped just outside the blazing circle. “On the fifth, the Lilum, the Demon Queen, was spun from the ash. And on the sixth came the Order, to balance an energy that knew no bounds.”
Sarafine’s hair began to singe from the heat. “On the seventh, there was a book.”
The Book of Moons appeared on the ground in front of her, the pages flipping themselves. They stopped abruptly, and the Book lay open at Sarafine’s feet, impervious to the flames.
Sarafine began to recite from memory.
“FROM THE VOICES IN THE DARKNESS, I COME.
FROM THE WOUNDS OF THE FALLEN, I AM BORN.
FROM THE DESPAIR I BRING FORTH, I AM CLAIMED.
FROM THE HEART OF THE BOOK, I HEAR THE CALL.
WHEN I SEEK ITS VENGEANCE, IT IS ANSWERED.”
The moment she spoke the last word, the fire parted, creating a path through the center of the blaze.
I saw Sarafine raise her hands in front of her and close her eyes. She flicked her fingers open on both hands, and fire sparked on the tips. But her face twisted in confusion. Something wasn’t right.
Her powers weren’t working.
The flames never left her fingers, and the sparks rained down, igniting her dress.
I struggled with the last bit of strength I had left in me. I was going to lose consciousness. I heard a voice in a remote corner of my mind. It wasn’t Lena or the Lilum, or even Sarafine. It was whispering something over and over, so softly I couldn’t hear it.
The death grip around my neck loosened, but when I glanced at Abraham, the position of his hand hadn’t changed. I gasped, inhaling so fast the air choked me. The words in my head were getting louder.
Two words.
I’M WAITING.
I saw his face—my face—for a split second. It was my other half, my Fractured Soul. He was trying to help me.
The invisible hand was ripped from my neck, and air tore through my lungs. Abraham’s expression was a mixture of shock, confusion, and fury.
I stumbled as I ran toward Lena, still trying to catch my breath. By the time I reached the edge of the burning circle, Sarafine was trapped inside another, clutching the bottom of her burnt dress.
I stopped a few feet away. The heat was so intense I couldn’t get any closer. Lena was standing in front of Sarafine, on the other side of the blazing ring. Her hair was singed from the heat, her face black from the smoke.
The cloud of Vexes was moving away from her and toward Abraham. He was watching, but he wasn’t helping Sarafine.
“Lena! Help me!” Sarafine called, dropping to her knees. She looked so much like Izabel the night she was Claimed, lying at her mother’s feet. “I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted any of this.”
Lena’s blackened face was filled with rage. “No. You wanted me dead.”