Trials (The Forever Series, Book 6) by Eve Newton Read Free Book Online Page B

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year's time?”
    “I suppose. It was so strange seeing us like that, wasn’t
it?”
    “Happy and so much in love, completely in sync with one
another and married? Yes, I have to admit it was quite strange. But it was
perfect. They are perfect. I cannot wait until that is us.” He kisses me softly
and I want to ask him about Sebastian but he won’t have any answers for his
future self’s actions and it will probably ruin the mood.
    “Shall we then?” he asks, pulling away.
    “Yes. We need to share blood and then I will say the ritual
and you just need to repeat it. It’s in Latin so you won’t have trouble
following it.”
    “I should hope not, seeing as it is my native language,” he
says sardonically and I have the grace to look apologetic.
    “Sorry, I just meant that it is one of the few spells in the
Grimoire that is in Latin. Most of them are in a Demonic text that I don’t
understand and I’m not sure that I can perform them correctly without
instruction.”
    “From Xane,” he snarls and I brush his face with my hand.
    “Shush,” I say quietly and take a few seconds to try and
locate the undoing of the curse spell, which my brain finds, but again it’s in
text I don’t understand. I quickly mutter it in my head, hoping that I have it
right and hoping that Future me knows what she is talking about.
    “You will have to slash my palm,” I tell him. “I don’t know
how to get hold of that dagger that cuts me.”
    “I’ll do yours if you do mine,” he says with a smile.
    “Deal,” I say and hold my palm out. He smiles apologetically
and slashes a deep agonizing cut across my hand. I flinch and repeat the action
on him but with none of the pain for him. Lucky bugger.
    I place my palm to his and he grips my fingers tightly. “We
should make love while we do it. It will increase the strength of the spell,” I
whisper.
    “I am ready when you are,” he says.
    Oh yes, he sure is. I raise myself up over him and sink
slowly onto him as he grips my hip with his other hand.
    I start to mutter the words from the pages in my head as I
move over him and my magickal wind starts to swirl around us. The candles
scattered around the room flare up as I light them with my mind, the flames
licking the air. The wind changes to a fiery vortex the same as when Xane and I
performed this ritual and I hope against hope that CK never finds out about
that. I carry on, muttering the chant as he picks up the words and says them
after me.
    “Do you feel it?” I whisper to him when the words are
complete.
    He nods, his eyes wide with wonder, “I feel your Power.
Christ, Aefre.” He closes his eyes and I do as well and kiss him deeply as our
blood flows through each other’s vein’s, the Power of the ritual keeping the
wounds opens to allow the sharing of our blood, and we come together, crushing
each other’s hands as our wounds heal completely.
    “Fuck me,” he says, opening his eyes. “That was incredible.”
    “I know.”
    “You are more Powerful than you know, Aefre. Why don’t you
use it?”
    “I’m scared,” I say softly.
    “What of?”
    “Remember what Tiamat said that first time? About not
letting it corrupt me? I’m scared that it will. And need I remind you of
alternate me? Other CK said the Power had gone to her head. I don’t want to end
up like that.”
    “You will never end up like that.”
    “How do you know? Maybe your other self said that to her
five hundred years ago.”
    “I won’t let it,” he says. “We will be together soon, a true
couple and I will be your anchor.”
    I smile at him as I stand up, adjusting my clothes. “One of
these days we should really disrobe entirely. Might be slightly more romantic,”
I say as I pick up his ripped shirt and hand it to him.
    “I didn’t peg you as the romantic type. What do you expect
me to do with this?” he asks, taking it.
    “It might be nice, once in a while to be swept off my feet.
Put it on,” I say and shrug. “I thought