The Call of Blood by Lana Melyan (The Weight of Magic, Episode 9)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 2.6 MB
Lana Melyan is the author of The Eternity Road trilogy. She has studied literature for five years. Lana lives in beautiful Norway with her two daughters.
It’s now or never.
The Gates to the land of the dead are about to open. This is our last fight, our last attempt to put Kenneth down.
Will I be able to fulfill my mission?
All I know is that I am ready to use every bit of my magic to stop hell from breaking loose.
It was the end of the world. Or it felt like it. And I was waiting for the earth to crack open and swallow me alive. Or maybe I just wished it would.
Kenneth was alive, and it was my fault. It was all my fault.
I expected Sam and Logan, who’d warned me this might happen and who kept telling me to go after Kenneth first, to throw We told you so at me, but none of them said a word.
We made our way back to the cars in silence, and no one talked while we drove either.
I wished Nate would yell at me, blame me, tell me how selfish and reckless my actions were and how I failed to do the right thing when the whole mission depended on my decision. But he didn’t say a word either, and his silent torment sucked the life out of me, made me feel dead inside.
No one was chasing us, and there was nothing we had to rush to, so after a few hours of driving, exhausted and devastated, we stopped at the motel outside Birmingham, the same one where we’d spent the night driving from the Smoky Mountains the first time.
The moment Nate and I walked in our room, he took off his jacket, threw it on the chair, laid down, and closed his eyes.
I closed the door, dropped my bag on the floor, and stopped, looking at him.
“Say something,” I whispered.
Without taking my eyes off him, I walked to the desk, leaned on it, and pressed my palms into its sides. “Nate, I know it’s my—”
“Say what, Nicky?” He gazed at me, then swung his legs down from the bed and sat on its edge. “What do you want me to say?” He rested his arms on his knees, interlocked his fingers, and leaned forward. “After all these years. After centuries of . . . we were finally able to . . . and all I did was watch him walk out, hear them celebrate.”
“Nate, we failed, we really did, but—”
He jumped to his feet. “I let them win!” He burst out like he didn’t hear me speaking.
“It was my fault, I know it was, and I know I can’t fix it, but—”
“It’s not your fault,” he shouted. “It’s mine.”
“Don’t do this,” I snapped. “Don’t try to take the blame again.”
“I’m not. I’m just putting it where it belongs. If they hadn’t captured me, this never would’ve happened.” He was barely suppressing his fury. “I got carried away with my personal drama and—” He began pacing. “If I had been prudent, watchful, I would’ve sensed them, and I wouldn’t let them corner me like that. But all those secrets and lies . . . it was just too much. The veil . . .” He stopped and gazed at me with unbearable disappointment. “Why didn’t you tell me, Nicky? Why did they—” He shook his head. “Why did they lie to me my whole life?”