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Rogan sighed and relaxed deeper against the comfortable chair. “Quite yapping, Diana. Ask your sunt why she had me brought here and maybe I’ll be nee
Diana scoffed and crossed her arms, looking at him with sharp eyes. “Come to think of it, you and Viktor are nothing alike. Despite all your good locks, in woman could stand your disgusting attitude! At least Viktor’s charming.”
Without opening his eyes, Rogan raised an arm and pointed at the tall windows in Diana’s throne room. “They’re the highest in the castle, he murmured “You’re not Vampire enough to be able to teleport nor fly, Diana, so don’t push me.”
Blinking at her cousin’s threat, Diana nervously tugged at her gown, knowing very well that Rogan’s quietest words were sometimes his scariest and treest Suddenly the doors behind the throne silently opened and Diana saw Ursula come out.
She frowned at her aunt, surprised at her outfit. The high–necked, long–sleeved black dress was Ursula’s Enchantress gown which she hadn’t worn for decades.
Diana opened her mouth to say something, but Ursula held a finger to her lips, silencing her.
Diana raised a brow, glancing at Rogan whose eyes were still closed, a deep frown line between his brows as he lounged on her throne.
Ursula walked silently up to stand behind the throne and Diana watched with wide eyes as Ursula produced a little gold dish out from behind her back. It sat on her palm, glinting in the light as pure gold did.
Lifting her other hand over the rim of the dish, Ursula picked up the magic substance with her fingertips and reciting the spell she’d worked all night to create, sprinkled the dust over Rogan.
The moment it touched him, Rogan’s eyes snapped open, but before he could react, Ursula sprinkled more over him and Rogan found himself unable to
move.
When she saw that he was properly restrained, Ursula moved around to the front of the throne, withstanding Rogan’s glare as he looked up at her in
annoyance.
Finishing her spell, Ursula sprinkled the last of the substance over him. She felt her strength leave her, but held on firmly.
She no longer had the might to carry out such powerful spells, but for Rogan, she would do it twice. Ursula would not rest until she healed Donna’s son of his darkness.
“What are you doing?” Rogan demanded.
Ursula lowered her arms and looked down at him. “The restraint is only for a moment, to make you contain your anger.”
Rogan’s jaw clenched. “Ursula… what are you doing?”
Ursula felt her insides tremble at his dark tone but held firm. “I’ve bewitched you. I stayed up all night making that spell. I’m very weak at this moment, thus the restriction to hold you back.”
Rogan’s brows rose and his eyes closed in disbelief before he opened them and focused his gaze on Ursula. “You did… what?”
“Your anger must fade,” she told him with determination. “I know you no longer see anything worthy in life, Rogan. You wish simply to await death and be free. However… I’ve bewitched you to not die.”
Diana gasped in surprise, watching as Rogan’s entire face slowly went slack. If this were anyone else, he’d laugh. But this wasn’t anyone. This was his aunt, Ursula. Ursula, the greatest enchantress in all of Cassius. And she was telling him that she’d just taken away the only thing he desired.
“You did… what?” Rogan asked in a disbelieving whisper. “Ursula… what?”
Ursula swallowed her fear. It was alright, soon she would die anyway. She was old, she might as well do something meaningful before her death. She tried to help Viktor and Kamilla recognize each other’s souls and heal from their past pain, but that failed. She wouldn’t give up on Rogan.
“You’ve hurt too many people because of your grudge. The spell is powerful, Rogan. You won’t be able to break it. Ever. You will remain alive, living in your misery and hatred… until you overcome it. When you heal from your hatred and your pain and your darkness… that is when you will be free and lose this
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life that so burdens you.” She lifted a hand and placed it on his forehead. “From this day, so be it.”
Kamilla’s fingers curled into the covers around her as she stared up at Damon. ‘W–what?”
Damon could barely look at her. Closing his eyes, he bowed his head to her, showing his affection, respect and regret with the single gesture. I’m sorry, Kamilla,” he told her. “King’s orders.”
Demetrius released a disbelieving breath. “Wow.
Viktor really is something.”
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