She releases my bindings as well, leaving only Ambrose tied up.
“Enjoy your evening, love,” she says to me.
“Give Nyx the cure!” Ambrose shouts at Isolde. “You’re risking everything!”
“No, I’m ensuring the gods aren’t playing with me. I’m done letting them control me. I’m done losing their games. I will win this time.”
“If she dies, you’ll have no game left to play!” Ambrose shouts.
“And if I choose wrong, I won’t either. This ensures I’m not wrong.”
“How? You’re mad!” Ambrose says.
She tosses Lumi a knife. “She can protect herself now, but the question is, who will she kill to stay alive?”
Isolde vanishes as I turn the blade over in my hand. I can’t look Ambrose in the eyes, my shame overwhelming me.
“I can’t kill Nyx,”I say to Ambrose in his head.
“I know. But you can use your magic, and now you have a weapon to drive into Isolde’s heart when she returns.”
Chapter 33
Lumi
Istare at the blade in my hand. I should be thankful for my new weapon—one that gives me a fighting chance. Instead, it feels like a mockery. The blade in my hand might as well be a butter knife when compared to Nyx’s fangs or Ambrose’s magic. It will do nothing to truly defend me.
Why would Isolde risk everything?
A seer must have told her something. Something they never shared with me. She doesn’t think I’m going to die, but appeased Ambrose enough to give me a weapon. It doesn’t make sense.
Still, my grip tightens on the handle like it’s my lifeline. Like if I drop the weapon, it’s the only thing between me and death.
Ambrose continues to shout his concern in my head. Telling me how to survive.Kill Nyx.
The adrenaline pumping through my body blocks him out. All I can focus on for this moment is Nyx. And that fucking kiss.
Gods, how I’ve missed him.
And I hate him.
Hate him for fucking Amora.
Hate him for loving her.
Hate him for not being my mate.
Hate him for complicating matters about who I must break the curse for.
But my hate for him isn’t strong enough. Not when he kisses me. My hate melts faster than a glacier in the summer sun.
“Lumi!” Ambrose shouts out loud, finally breaking through the fog that’s been surrounding my head.
I turn my head.
“Get behind me,” he says.
I don’t know what good that’s going to do when his arms and legs are still bound, but I do as he says.