AMARANTA POV
I wanted to kick myself so badly right now… I’d been so naive, so stupid. God. I had underestimated that prick once again.
And now saying we were in deep s**t was a euphemism.
He had minions everywhere. Literally. We were freaking surrounded by them.
I was trying to call the spirits to me, but they were resisting, stubborn, pushing back against my power like they had been taught to do it, like they wanted to disobey me, and I could do nothing against the undead and the ghosts at the same time… if I didn’t have Garrett and Augustus fighting with me, I wouldn’t have stood a chance.
I felt claimed.
I felt… backed.
Augustus was fighting the ghosts with all our ancestors, right at the center of it, his form sharper than I had ever seen it, no longer that flickering outline
