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Chapter 39
Doubling over, pain - that had nothing to do with the physical kind - ripped at my heart. I set Poe down carefully, ignoring the dampness on my cheeks.
"I should have realized it sooner," Nathan said. "You never did look like a Stanwood." He gave a halfhearted laugh and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
I struggled to breathe. Poe was gone. My great-grandfather.
Rage flooded through me. Standing, I turned towards Natham as the smirk wilted from his face. He took a step back, and another, trying to keep the distance between us as I walked towards him. Throwing my hand out before me, Kastem appeared with a mere thought. I didn't have to say the incantation, or struggle for control. He just materialized.
"You think a demon is going to stop me?" Nathan forced a laugh, but I could see the fear in his eyes. He knelt, slapping his blood covered hand covered hand on the painted circle. His expression hardened. "Two can play at that game. "
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I swallowed past the pain my throat before glancing around the basement. Panic gripped my chest. "Where's Poe?"Kastem padded over to a small amount of concrete rubble."I didn't think you would want him to get hurt more," John said and made a flicking motion with his fingers.A small flash of relief flared through me as the pile of rubble moved to show Poe, untouched by the fight with Louca. I struggled to stand, my body nearly refusing outright.Picking him up was difficult as I tried to use my injured hand. The burn had already blistered and broken, the wound weeping."What about your necklace?" John asked, standing over where it still lay smoking on the floor.What was I supposed to do with it now?After getting Poe settled in the crook of my arm, I walked back over to where John stood. Bending down carefully I held my good hand out over the ruined chain, trying to see if it was still as hot as the pendant. It was warm but not unb
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