“To control the vampires. To convince you to break the curse for the witches, since she can cure the vampires that she chooses. I don’t know. All I know is she wasn’t prepared to hold you hostage yet. She wouldn’t have brought you here,” Nyx says.
“I didn’t do this. I—”
“You did. And it wasn’t the first time either. When someone was trying to kill you with your own blade, I think that was you. I think you sensed them and tried to flee, but they followed you. And you did it again today.”
I shake my head. “You’re insane. I’m a wolf shifter. I don’t have any magical powers. And as you’ve said before, I wouldhave to have insane magical powers to be able to transport myself through space. Most witches can’t.”
“You do,” Nyx says.
I turn to Ambrose, who is looking at me differently, too, like he’s trying to figure it out. I don’t like being ganged up on by both of them.
“So what? You think I’m part witch?”
“It’s possible. Riven is half witch, half wolf shifter. Do you know who your mother was?”
I sigh. “No, she died shortly after I was born. And my father never talked about her.”
Nyx raises an eyebrow as if to say see, it’s possible.
“I’m not a witch,” I say angrily.
“There are other ways to possess magic other than being a witch, although less likely. When you were part of the Moonlight pack, you held a small part of my magic; maybe you held onto that magic even when you left the pack. Maybe it grew inside you as your strength grew,” Ambrose says.
My mind is whirling, trying to make the pieces of the puzzle fit.
“Maybe being his mate granted you some of his power and him some of yours. The universe is trying to make you equals,” Nyx suggests.
“Maybe the gods granted you a gift to keep you alive long enough to break the curses. Maybe they’re on your side and actually want you to break the curse,” Ambrose says.
Their ideas are becoming increasingly far-fetched. I close my eyes, turning inward, trying to figure it out for myself.
I steady my breathing and focus. Get out of the chains. Transport myself across the room, out of the chains. I whisper the words in my mind, visualizing moving across the room and out of the chains.
Nothing happens.
I feel no tingling.
No movement.
Nothing.
“You are both insane. And it doesn’t matter anyway. Even if I can vanish and reappear, I’m sure Isolde’s magic is blocking my ability to use it in this cage. So it won’t help us escape.”
Ambrose and Nyx trade looks, but neither pushes me further on the topic.
“What we need to discuss is this cure thing and what we are going to do when the cure stops working. How are we going to escape?”
Nyx gives me a serious look. “You’re going to let me die.”
“Like hell I am!”
Nyx looks over my shoulder at Ambrose, like he’s going to help, but Ambrose remains quiet.
“Coward,” Nyx throws the word at him.
“I just think you’re wrong,” Ambrose says.
“We all know what this cure is about. It’s about controlling the vampires. Controlling our decision on who the curse is broken for. The Moonfire witches own us now. We belong to them. We don’t have a choice. If it comes down to it, they will use their magic to force the two of you to complete the marking ceremony and choose them. You have to break the curse for the witches. The Moonfire witches will assure that. And it’s the only way to keep Lumi alive.