Page 196 of Obsidian and Frost

That layered deep red hair brushed the shoulders of his black turtleneck that was tucked into a pair of distressed jeans. His magic pulsed violently and I could feel it radiating from his tall, lean form, as he turned his nose up at me.

“Sorin…” I rasped against his hand that was close to cutting off my breathing entirely.

“Long time, sister,” he seethed, a moment before he ran me back into a nearby tree, making me choke.

His magic sparked on his free hand and a dagger materialized.

My Dark Fae side recoiled, feeling the iron blade.

“Déjà vu, hmm?” he said, flashing a sadistic smile. “I’ve been assured that your Immortal Golden Retriever can’t spare you twice. One shot deal, I’m afraid.” He spun the knife in his hand, careful not to touch the blade himself. “Now you go where all abominations must go.”

He brought it down toward my heart.

My frost and shadows surged at once, the frost seeping up his wrist and covering his fingers, making him curse out into the night as it rapidly caused some brutal frostbite.

My shadows wrapped around the blade itself, fighting to keep it from penetrating my skin.

They shook uncontrollably because of my wounded state, and I saw my frost petering out quickly as well.

Come on. Come on.

“Stop… this hatred… it’s twisted you… we’re… family,” I choked.

“Hybrid filth is not my family!” he roared, pushing harder against the blade, and employing his magic.

I gasped as I felt it scrape my skin through my top.

“You are a stain on our name! Onme!And your wolf hybrid lover will be next! We’ll make an example out of him, hang him from his entrails and shove his head on a fucking spike. They’ll know our true power, then! Go to the grave knowing that,sister.”

I growled low in my throat, trying to make my magic surge, to react to the dangerous cocktail of terror and rage for Lazriel coursing through me at his despicable plans for him.

But I just… couldn’t.

It wouldn’t come.

Sorin’s eyes flamed with victory.

He called more power.

And then the iron blade drove straight into my heart.

Blood sputtered from my throat.

He released me in disgust, not wanting myhybrid bloodon him.

I slumped to my knees as he teleported out.

I reached for the handle of the blade, my hands trembling.

Breathing became impossible all too quickly, the infection of the iron already working to destroy me.

I needed… I needed to call my Wraith abilities.

Now.

Right now.

I had just seconds before it was too late.

But I couldn’t even grasp the handle.

My body wouldn’t cooperate.

My magic wouldn’t even spark anymore.

I collapsed onto the grass.

And then there was nothing.