Chapter 288. Twin Flames (1)

Raina’s POV

The night held its breath, giving off a sharp edge of fear.

A hum and a whiff of something ancient, something not of this world, wafted through the atmosphere.

The grief-stricken Luna stood at the bedside, whispering Valen’s name in between soft sobs. Her hands hovered over him. One held an ancient, cracked handheld mirror, while the other hand, with fingers sprawled, disbursed glowing healing essence.

The dark, olive-skinned witch sat in a runic circle of violet-incensed candles, chanting steadily, her voice low and resonant, muttering words in Greek, Gaelic, and Lykubian.

Most heartbreakingly, the translucent ghost of the crown prince teetered on the edge of death. A ragged sob ripped from my chest, and I shook my head again and again. My mate laid as still as a corpse. No flesh. No breath. No life. Already gone.

“His soul is faintly there.” Marlena, dressed in a black tunic and jeans, paused her craft as I meandered