Chapter 75. A New Miracle

Marcus's POV

I walked into the room hearing Hope's question and I knew what was happening, I could feel it resonating inside me. The moment that entity spoke to her again, past the prison bars holding the curse, was agonizing. My very soul was being attacked.

If it's hard enough for someone like me, it was even worse for Hope. Even though I didn't mark her, I am bound to her. After all, Hope is my Mate and my Protected, so anything that attacks her soul I can feel.

"Hold her," I warned and approached Hope.

I took out from my pocket a small transparent vial, inside it is a whitish feather with bluish edges. It is not just any feather, but something divine, a gift that few have access to, after all, this particular Angel no longer walks on Earth and his Original Hunter left this existence millennia ago.

Everyone around me was apprehensive, but Lestat and Erick knew what this feather was about and what it could do. I opened the vial, then held Hope's face,