Chapter 639: Victory
I feared the black, remembering the devouring feeling of it the first time, when Demetrius led me to Wilhelm Castle. But this was different, whether because I was in control or due to Ameline's presence. I didn't suffer soul-eating terror from the crushing pull of the dark. This experience slid past smooth and quiet, like riding an underground river to our destination.
We emerged in a stone room, both of us stepping out together, hand in hand. Liander Belaisle hovered over a glass case, shimmering with the same iridescence as the magic Ameline and I wielded. He cried out as he saw us appear, real fear on his face, and rage.
A tall, stunning blonde stood next to him, her pale gray eyes flying wide as she pointed to us.
"No!"
But we were already acting, our power reaching for the glass. A woman lay beneath it, prone and either dead or unconscious on a stone bed. I had no idea who she was or why the Sidhe magic was attracted to her, but she couldn't have it.