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Оглавление“Isibéal.” Ethan’s voice rang with power. “Isibéal Cannavan.”
She slowly opened her eyes and met his blazing gaze. “I am.”
He slowly dropped his hands to his sides. The connection was broken then between the men’s hands, and the blended magick separated with a sharp crack.
The sound was a tangible whip that lashed through Isibéal’s abdomen. Clutching her stomach, she staggered.
Ethan lurched forward, hands outstretched, but it was too little, too late.
She faded out of sight, returned to the miserable existence of a monochromatic world punctuated by bone-crushing cold. But not before she heard him. Two words—the most powerful two words she’d heard since she’d been bound to the grave.
“I remember.”
