“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Orion whispered. His stunning brown eyes filled with concern as he rubbed at his chest. I hyperventilated. “But I cut off the tattoo?” I asked in between shaky breaths. “Why are we still connected?” John’s arms tightened around me. Luka stepped protectively in front of us. “You’re our Revered. You can’t escape us.” Malum rubbed at his chest, his expression concerned as he stared angrily at where blood dripped down my sides. “That’s why we’ve been trying to talk to you,” Scorpius sneered meanly as he continued to lick blood off his fingers. “We realized yesterday
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