Chapter One Hundred and Seven


    My system slowly got ustomed to the pain the Lycan''s bine brought, or maybe I was just getting numb.


    I barely heard the footsteps approaching. It was Flynn; de followed next.


    "This is almost too sad to watch." de began. "Watching a powerful man fall from grace is indeed sad; it reminds me of what I had to suffer."


    I gave no response.


    "The time hase." Flynn said, "He is weak enough; the ritual can bepleted."


    He ced down the brown bag he had brought along with him. He took out some bottles from the bag; I could. only recognize one, the smaller bottle in the middle filled with a ckish liquid. I recognized it because that was the very same thing which had been continually administered to me from time to time. Lycan''s Bane.


    "For de to take over your body, you will have to be killed. I will give you a minute. Do you have anyst words?" He asked, eyebrows cocked at me.


    What was he expecting me to say? Perhaps I could make promises that I will get back at de for this, but I was going to be dead, so I couldn''t exactly do that.


    Flynn offered me a bottle of water, and I epted, draining it before tossing it aside


    "I do havest words." I began, my voice rough fromck of use. "I want you to have one thing in mind: the world won''t remember you. Nothing you do will change that. My name will go down in history-not yours." de took a step forward; he seemed to be forgetting he was nothing but a ghost; reality caught up quick.


    with him real


    "Let''s get on with the goddamn ritual already." He said, and Flynn nodded, picking up the bottle filled with a white powdery substance. He pulled open the cap; he formed an arc around me with the powder. ''Ignis," he whispered, and the white substance caught fire. He lifted his hands to the air, muttering what sounded like Latin words.


    I closed my eyes, thinking about Riley. She was going to be fine-Iforted myself; she was going to train the child, and he would grow up to be a good man, unlike me, unlike de; he would have a mother who loved him. I leaned against the wall as the mes rose higher and higher. Flynn''s eyes turned purple, and so did the mes.


    "Is it working?" de asked but didn''t get a response.


    I heard a loud wail, the cries seeming toe from everywhere and nowhere at once. The bridge to the otherworld had been opened. The very ce I was going to be sent to, and just then the chanting stopped.


    Flynn stood wide-eyed, blood poured out of his mouth; It took me moment to spot therge sword protruding from his stomach. It was pulled out and he slumped to the floor, revealing the wielder of the sword. Logan. He had a crazed smile on his face.


    "No!" de cried out. "What have you done?"


    "Rest in peace, Alpha de." Logan said to him, and right before our eyes, de dissolved into a cloud of mist. His gaze never did leave me. Once again, he failed, but this time, there were no second chances.


    Chapter One Hundred and Seven


    Daemon was right; Logan would never allow de to win. He wanted to be the one to kill me so he could take over the throne, and what better time to kill a Lycan than when He had been poisoned with Lycan''s bane? He threw a sword at me.


    "I am giving you a chance to fight and die on your feet with a sword in your hands; you deserve that in the very least. But make no mistake, you will not live to see the light of day." Chapter One Hundred