A Fate of Wrath & Flame (Fate & Flame 1)
Chapter Thirty-One
Sofie’s stomach was a twisted ball of anxiety and fear as she rose to watch the Fate of Fire circle the coffin, his narrowed eyes on the still forms. This was not normal. Malachi never paced in such a way. “Has something happened?”
Malachi traced Romeria’s cheekbone with his lengthy index finger. Even in death, with the token still embedded in her flesh, her body remained perfectly preserved. He refused to allow Sofie to remove it and bury Romeria’s corpse outside beneath the oak tree. “She knows what she must do.”
Sofie’s heart skipped a few beats. “And she will do it?” Romeria would finally claim the immense power radiating inside her to tear the Nulling’s fold? Her hopeful gaze landed on her husband’s face. With the door to the nymphaeum opened, Malachi promised to unite them. Here, or in Islor, it mattered not, if she and Elijah were together.
Malachi’s lips unfurled in a fiendish smile. “Eventually, she must. She will have no other choice.”