And if he was telling the truth, that my brother’s shadows would go to him once he died and that I didn’t have long, then I needed to hurry up and end this.
I couldn’t let my brother die or Elias get the shadows his ritual promised.
So I went for him.
I stabbed at him, swiped at him, his reflexes not as impressive as before. I caught his body, slicing through the flesh on his chest before sinking the blade into his stomach.
He grunted and coughed, dropping to the ground, blood falling from his wound like it had done from mine. I wanted to feel good about that, but I just wanted it to be over.
I moved behind him, gripping his hair in my hand, tipping his head back so I could press my dagger against his throat, just like he had done to me.
“The best part about your ritual? It makes you
