Wicked Deal (Shadow Guild: The Rebel 2)

“A vision? I thought your power didn’t work on me.”

“Normally, it doesn’t. But this…it was so powerful, I was forced to see it.”

Her dark tone worried me. “What did you see, Carrow?”

“We’re Cursed Mates.”

“I’ve heard that.”

“I didn’t know what it means, but now I have an idea.”

“And?” I clenched my fists.

“Sometime in the future, you will drink me to death.”

“I would never.”

“If you won’t, then you will die.”

“Then I die.”

She blinked at me, surprise flickering briefly in her eyes. It was there and gone so quickly that I almost wasn’t sure if I saw it. “You would, wouldn’t you?”

“I’ve lived a long enough life.” I wasn’t keen to die. After centuries of immortality, the idea was almost absurd. But if the alternative was her death, it wasn’t a question.

“You took the killing blow from the sorcerers for me,” she said. “Why?”

“You really can’t guess?”

“Um—”

I shrugged, not keen on elucidating. “Don’t be too concerned with it.”

She looked at me like I was insane. “You tried to sacrifice your life for mine, and I’m not supposed to be concerned with it?”

“We have bigger problems.”

She scowled. “In the immediate future, yes. After that? This is the biggest one, as far as I can see.”

Damned Cursed Mates. At least the name finally made sense. “It won’t happen if we don’t fall for each other.”

I turned back to the window, unable to look at her anymore. My words were ridiculous, and if I’d had to look into her eyes while saying them, I’d never have got them out.

“Right.” Her voice sounded odd, but I couldn’t place it. “Good plan.”

A knock sounded at the door. Miranda and the healer rushed inside.

Miranda pulled up short, her eyes widening. “Devil. You’re…standing.”

I nodded. “Thanks to Carrow.”

Miranda’s gaze flashed to Carrow. “But how? You’re not a healer.”

Carrow shrugged. “I’ve got the touch.”

She didn’t mention the bite, and I was glad. It was personal. As much as I liked Miranda, we didn’t have that kind of relationship.

“Am I not needed?” The old healer frowned, his bushy brows drawing close over his pale green eyes. The white cloak he wore was a relic from an older age. But then, so was he.