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“I will get him,” Tobias says, running up the stairs as Theo pulls me toward him, embracing me. I breathe in his scent and feel the darkness moving to the edges before I peer up. Theo is watching me, and I can feel his guilt coming through to me from the bond.

“It’s not your fault, I am fine, no harm done,” I tell him before standing on my tippy toes and pecking him on the lips.

“You’re sure you’re okay, though?” he asks. I know they can feel the darkness running through me. But I don’t fear it anymore, fearing it only amplifies it, and when I don’t give it, that fear I know I can fight it off.

“I’m fine but bloody starving and can really use that coffee now.” I chuckle before letting him go and walking toward the kitchen in search of the blood bags in the fridge.

Chapter Forty-Eight

The next day Astral comes over and we explain everything that happened yesterday. Astral patiently listens before her eyes sparkle brightly as she watches me, and I know she is looking at the aura surrounding me. I know what she will find.

“The darkness is everywhere, yet you’re managing to keep it from touching you?” She says quizzically.

“How do you do it?” I ask looking at hers, which is like looking into a white cloud.

“I channel it into objects or I mask it. Unfortunately, with magic like ours, it can be unpredictable but still manageable. Yours is different though because of what you are. Mine doesn’t get as dark as yours, doesn’t harness as much energy,” she tells me as Tobias brings Thaddeus in.

Astral brought some crystals with her and lays them on the table in front of me.

“What are they for?” I ask. They look like onyx, yet with a red tinge to them.

“These are seer crystals, they pick up energy and magic . Here,” she says passing me one as soon as it touches my hand the stone changes burning gold with blinding light.

“See? Shows that you are the same as me, only stronger. Mine doesn’t burn as bright. So, what I want to do is have Tobias put your son on the table for me,” she says, patting the table in front of her. Thaddeus sits on the table and instantly starts pulling at the socks on his feet.

Astral then picks up the stones which glow in her hand the same they did with me. She whispers under her breath, and I watch amazed as she opens her hands, and the five stones rise before moving around my son. Thaddeus watches the stones and suddenly his eyes burn bright green. The stones start glowing and changing as they harness the magic from within him. They burn gold then silver then red like lava before becoming a mixture of the three colors swirling within the stones like they trap lightning inside.

Astral gasps loudly and the stones fall from the air and hit the table.

“What happened?” I ask. Astral rummages through her oversized bag pulling stones and amulets out. I can tell from her aura she is nervous.

“Astral, what is it?”

“You didn’t feel it?” she asks and I see Theo and Tobias look at me.

“Feel what?”

“Everything,” she murmurs, her eyes turning white.

“He is everything. The prophecies spoke about this very thing. Someone who can end the world. He has the power to destroy everyone and everything from this realm to the next.”

“You’re not making sense?” I tell her as she continues to ramble.

“You must save him from it,” she mutters before her eyes lock onto my bracelet, and she grabs my wrist, removing my bracelet.

“Save him from what?” I ask, alarmed.

“Himself, dear. You need to save him from himself. No one should have this much power. No one should be able to harness magic as dark and twisted like that. You need to keep it from him. Take it from him. Magic like that shouldn’t exist. It is ancient and old; the sort of magic people write history about after it has ruined the world.” I look at my son and can’t imagine him becoming a monster. He is an innocent baby for crying out loud, not evil, not a monster.

She places the bracelet back in my hand, and I see my broken charm that held my magic and a new one that Astral places on it. It looks like a pentagram covered in thorny vines. The sort of charm that looks like black magic or necromancy would hold.

“It’s for his own good, dear. He gets a hold of that much power, he will destroy us all.” She eyes my son’s angelic face. I know Astral means no harm as she stares at him, but I can sense her fear of him, smell it oozing from her pores.

“So, what do we do?”

“We trap it in there and we hide it for all eternity, no one must ever find it.” She points to the charm.

Remember when you healed the darkness from Theo? We need to do the same, but instead of absorbing it, we must trap it and we are going to need help.” She pulls out her phone and walks outside. I grab my son from the table.