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Chapter 803

Chapter 14 : Get Rid of It

Jared led me through the village away from the party going on in the background. I stopped walking when we reached the kitchen garden, then had to hustle to keep up with him as he walked right past the house and toward the sparse woods beyond.

The “good” woods, I noted, not the scary forest to the north, void of light and filled with beasts, according to the man himself.

“Where are we going?” I asked as we started down a slow descent, the lights of the village fading until we were blanketed in pale violet light, the sun all but set.

“It’s a full moon tonight,” Jared said, not looking back at me.

“Oh,” I said with a hint of annoyance. His answer had given me absolutely nothing. “Are you going to shift and eat me, then?”

He glanced at me over his shoulder, looking me up and down.

“You wouldn’t be much of a meal.”

I pursed my lips and followed him further into the woods for several minutes. Was this another one of his punishments?

“Jared?” I panted, trying my best to keep in step with him. He didn’t answer, so I reached out and grabbed his shirt sleeve.

He whirled on me so swiftly that I had to dig in my heels to stop myself from running right into his chest. “What?”

“Archer and Scarlett. I didn’t say or do anything–”

“I know,” he breathed, giving me a sympathetic look. “He’s defensive of her.”

“Because they’re mates,” I added, and he nodded, but his face was cast in shadow. “And after her baby was taken from her–”

“He fought in the war in the Realm of Light, yes.”

I found it a little hard to breathe. Archer? He fought… he would have fought alongside my cousins and uncles. Had Jared as well?

“I didn’t,” he said as if reading my mind. I was sure the question was clear on my face. “But I heard it was brutal.” He turned and began walking again, but he’d slowed his pace so I could keep up. “I had responsibilities that kept me home,” he added after a moment.

“I did too,” I said softly, my heart stuck in my throat.

Jared glanced back at me, and to my surprise he gave me the softest, most knowing smile. It caught me off guard, and I hastily looked away from him as we continued along a well-beaten trail leading away from the village.

He got ahead of me again after a while. Night was falling, and he carried no lantern. We were blanketed in nothing but moonlight now. I fell even further behind when I eventually looked up, letting the light of the full moon dust my cheeks.

Tommy was a lucky man to have his twenty-first birthday fall on a full moon.

“Keep up,” Jared said several yards ahead of me.

I pursed my lips and took a few quick steps to catch up to him so we were walking side by side again. He was very tall, and keeping up with his long stride had me panting with effort by the time we walked out of the woods and onto a bluff. I gasped, looking out onto a wide, sweeping plain broken only by a distant river.

hadn’t realized something

he

and led me down a step trail that wove down the bluff. Water dripped on our heads as we ducked into the trees at the bottom of the bluff, the last of the snow and ice melting from the branches. Jared

are you taking

to help me

could just make out a clearing in the distance, moonlight

I began, but then gasped, unable

stones lay before us. I

is what I

to face him, and I hastily wiped

“Are you crying?”

him, my vision

matter

at the edge, examining the ancient markings etched into the

But that was only based on the story my aunt Maeve had told me about her experience with

its kind in my realm. Dianny was long gone now, buried under miles of stone. I never thought I’d

it,” I said to

me. He reached out to lean his weight

it! Not right now, not with a full moon. Do

Yes. Maybe at some point in

turned to him, somewhat surprised he knew

my study,

over one of the etchings that had softened with time. I felt no jolt of mystical electricity. I felt nothing, actually, but the cool touch of the stone against my fingertip, and then Jared’s hand against

so the top of my head briefly brushed against his shoulder. He held out his fist, and I instinctively opened my palm to accept whatever he’d just taken from

clock?” he asked in a near whisper, as if we

pie shaped, but the edges on one side were rough and uneven. I turned it over, admiring the somewhat crude craftsmanship. It was very, very old. That was obvious. At first, I thought it might have been forcefully removed from its other pieces because of the jagged edge on one side, but the thought slipped from my mind

fingers around it as I fought for breath.

“You feel it too?”

the f**k is this thing?

ounce of happiness right out of me. If a single piece of this artifact, or amulet, or clock–whatever the hell it was,

pieces do

I said, looking up into his

“But

more I felt it wasn’t so much as telling the time as it was timing me, seeing how long I could hold it, how long I could last

artifacts such as this one, I ran

sounded very little like my own. I ran my finger over the jagged end, slowly pressing until another piece slid free. This new piece was sharpened to a fine point and sliced through my finger, but I barely noticed the pain. “It’s meant to fit into the other pieces like a puzzle. Together–” I turned it over, then held it up to the moonlight to

“Eliza–”

have another piece,” I said, almost to myself. “Then you’re missing two pieces, not just

“Eliza!”

to open up to reveal something, but I didn’t know what the something

ripped through me. I could

What was happening?