Page 57 of Bound By Prophecy (Descendants)

Kara swallowed hard, the thought of being wanted by Morgan suddenly worse than the threat of death.

“First,” Morgan said, “to dispose of this notion that the heir can be your savior.”

“Wait,” Brendan said. “We can give you the girl. Set Aern free, and we will bring the chosen to you. The Drake girl is all that matters.”

Morgan laughed. “Don’t be a fool, Samuels. I don’t need your help to find Brianna. And besides, once my brother is gone, there is no other way for things to play out. The prophecy will bring her to me.”

“You’ll have to kill us first,” Logan said, stepping from behind Brendan to glare at my brother.

Morgan shrugged. “I could, but that wouldn’t be as much fun.” He glanced pointedly around the room. “You see, I can pretty much do whatever I please.”

I sickened at the reminder, suddenly sure that part of his display would include using the sway on one of us.

It was obvious the others were thinking the same. Logan’s chest rose and fell in measured breaths. I was certain he was forming a plan, one that would unquestionably cost him his life. The drowning sensation became suddenly acute. We were running out of air. We didn’t have long.

“Do it,” I said to Morgan. “Quit trying to make a show of yourself and just get it over with.”

“As you wish,” Morgan said, slipping the thin silver blade from inside his jacket. He took two steps toward me.

“No!”

The shout came from across the room, and every eye in the place fell on the same spot as mine.

Relief and terror flooded me. The source of the command was the one person none of us expected. The one person who didn’t appear to be a threat.

The one person who should have never been there.

Emily.