Byron smiled, a tiny, defiant factor. “I’m sick and uninterested in doing what Nightmare instructions, so no, I received’t run. I like you, Cat. You and Honey are the perfect associates I may ever ask—”

Miz drove the knife underneath his ribs and into his coronary heart earlier than the final phrase may depart Byron’s lips, and a part of me died proper there with him.

My scream was deafening and uncooked.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

CAT

Nightmare launched me sufficient to let me drop to the bottom, and my knees hit hard-packed dust and grass, dew soaking by the ragged hem of my gown. I didn’t care in regards to the chilly or the damp. I didn’t care about something. Byron was lifeless.

“Ah, right here comes the cavalry,” Nightmare stated cheerfully. Pay shut consideration, my terror. Her voice flowed by my thoughts like smoke, wisps reaching even the deepest recesses. I flinched, digging my fingers into the dust, and realised I used to be nonetheless screaming.

She took a step ahead, the practice of her black lace skirt sliding over the grass. “You possibly can go now, Darya. You’ve been very useful.”

“Glad to serve my goddess,” Darya murmured, sounding completely brainwashed.

My scream died, a horrible silence filling its void. I stared throughout the moor to the place Byron had fallen, the blade protruding of his intestine. I couldn’t look away even when chilly, darkish shadows glided throughout the grass like a river flooding its banks. I didn’t look away even when Tor rasped, “Miz? Cat? What’s happening?”

He killed my finest good friend. I didn’t hassle saying it; one look they usually’d know what occurred. Miz’s arms have been coated in blood. Byron’s blood. My finest good friend’s blood. My finest good friend was lifeless. Lifeless, and a assassin, a liar, a traitor, and I used to be screaming once more.

Grass rustled as Loss of life knelt beside me, throwing up a veil of darkness between us and Nightmare.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed.

“Liar,” I cried, pulling away from him. Chilly rushed into my aspect however I didn’t care. “It’s not okay. Byron is lifeless.”

“Miz, come right here,” Tor stated in a wierd tone. One thing like blind terror shone on his face after I glanced up, one other wave of tears spilling from my eyes on the movement. “Come right here.”

I laughed bitterly. “He received’t reply you.”

Tor’s face twisted with anguish as he checked out Distress, standing just a little too near Nightmare, then at me. I didn’t hassle attending to my ft. Didn’t lean nearer to Loss of life.

“She’s proper,” Nightmare stated amiably. “He received’t reply you till I inform him too.”

“You took management of him once more,” Loss of life growled, his voice unsettling and deep, the air vibrating round him till all my hairs stood on finish. I swore the temperature dropped.

“Once more?” Nightmare’s mushy snicker was a whisper on the air. She was having fun with this immensely. “Oh no, I by no means misplaced management of him. I’ve been chatting with him this complete time. I merely commanded him to overlook our little conversations.”

“Did you by no means marvel why all of your plans by no means fairly labored? Why books and weapons went lacking? Cat, you need to have puzzled who trashed your room, who planted the cameras I used to watch your each motion.” She lifted her hand to Miz’s tense shoulder however a lash of darkness from Tor snapped her hand away.

She’d been watching me? As a result of Miz planted cameras? Oh god, he was there when I discovered my room open and all my issues ransacked, wrecked. The room he ushered me into with guarantees that I’d be secure… bugged, watched at each second. All of the instances I’d been with Miz, with Tor, with Loss of life, she’d watched.

I twisted apart and vomited the contents of my abdomen into the grass.

Loss of life rose slowly to his ft, energy vibrating round him, his rage palpable. “Launch your maintain on him. That is your solely warning.”

Nightmare snorted. “No. And that is your solely warning. In the event you take a lot as a single step in the direction of my first disciple, I’ll finish all the pieces you maintain pricey.”

“Miz,” Tor stated quietly. “Combat this.”

Phrases I would stated to him, proper earlier than he killed Byron. I checked out my good friend, laying chilly and nonetheless within the grass, his blue eyes open and unseeing. Miz did that. Miz who—who I used to be falling for. I coated my mouth with my arms, choking again a sob and tasting bile.

Tor took a step. Nightmare smiled.

My abdomen roiled more durable when a ripple of magic went by the air like a heartbeat, like a pulse. I’d felt it earlier than, in Ford Home.

“What did you do?” Loss of life demanded of Nightmare, dashing to Tor, grabbing his shoulder to maintain him in place. “What the fuck did you do?”

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