Chapter 258: Rhys
I stared at my mate in shook. Seriously? Now she was going to bring up getting married when that box literally just called her the chosen one? What the fuck did that even mean? How could she just brush it off like it was nothing? Yet the earnest look in her eyes made me want to listen to anything and everything she’d ever say again. I could still feel the magic that had rushed out of the box when she had touched it.
“What the hell was that?” Maizie demanded, finding her voice first.
“Are you hurt, dear?” My mother asked looking at Grace with a worried look that I was sure I was mirroring.
Grace looked at her, the surprise of everything written all over her face, and it took all I had not to go wrap her up in my arms. But I knew that wasn’t what she needed right now.
She shook her head slowly, and that was my cue to reach for her hand.
“Should I touch it again?” She asked hesitantly as she just stared at the small box that now laid quietly on the floor.
I picked it up, but it didn’t talk this time. I then passed it to Sawyer who was the closest to me. He touched it, and again nothing happened. He then passed it to Maizie, and the process continued all the way through Alana, who held it out to Grace hesitantly.
The truth was, I wasn’t sure I really wanted my mate to be touching it again. We had no idea what the Chosen One meant or if it was even safe for her to touch it. What if its job was to kill her? What if this wasn’t witch magic, but God magic? We seemed to be trapped by the gods in some weird war they were having. I didn’t understand it, but maybe it wasn’t for me to understand. And I couldn’t hinder my mate from reaching her potential.
I nodded for her to go ahead and take it, and I held my breath. As soon as it touched her fingers, it began to shout.
“CHOSEN ONE. CHOSEN ONE. THE ONE WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR. ONLY YOU HAVE THE POWER TO UNITE THE SPECIES AND LEAD THEM INTO PEACE. WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU. THE WITCHES OF THE NORTH COVEN ARE ON YOUR SIDE. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS CALL THEM.”
It started to repeat, and after listening to it three more times to be sure there were no more messages, she gently put the square down on the desk, and folded her hands gently into her lap. Her face was pale, and I knew she was really feeling the pressures of everything.
“Was that your plan?” Mom bit out before anyone else could say anything. “To rope my poor son into some hidden agenda?”
Grace looked at my mom, horror written all over her face with the accusation.
“I- I would nev-” Grace started, but I cut her off.
“Get. Out.” I growled.
“Rhys, darling, you cannot be serious. She’s clearly using your position as a way to gain power. I’ve never heard anything about a chosen one before.”
“I think that’s what they were trying to recreate...” Maizie answered, her eyes wide as her mind looked to be reeling as she rolled into a sitting position. Man, that girl could not sit still.
“What?” Leon questioned, but I immediately saw her line of thinking.
“Grace is the true leader. She is here to unite the people as one under the Moon Goddess... The God of Death isn’t mad at the Moon Goddess for something trivial.... He’s mad his people have fallen under control of the Lycan’s hunt for power. It all makes sense! The same for who the witches worship probably... I don’t remember who they fall under.”
The excitement in her voice made it hard not to be hopeful about this. And I think she was right. It did make sense. If we could stop the Red Blood pack... Take away their ability to experiment on kids and anyone. If we could stop the forceful changes... If we could take down the corruption... Give people a safe place to heal and grow. The gods would stop fighting. And Sandra gave us the best chance we’d had thus far. We knew exactly how to strike them down, and it was all thanks to that tiny little box sitting just inches from my mate’s hands.
Grace took a deep breath, and I knew she was trying to gain the courage to say something. I was learning my mate’s cues and feelings, and they were becoming obvious to me now. I was glad that she was comfortable enough to say her thoughts, even if it was in front of my rude ass mother.
“I think I might know how to find the Pyxis,” She said after a long moment. “But you aren’t going to like it.”
Maizie gasped, and both Iris and Michael were both looking at her with their full attention, eyes wide.
“Are you serious?” Maizie asked her, and for the first time in this conversation I felt completely lost with a sinking feeling in my stomach.
Grace’s head bobbed in seriousness, and I didn’t like where this was going.
“Grace, if your plan involves my mate, you can think again,” Sawyer warned with a low growl.
“It doesn’t,” She put her hands in the air in her defense. “Nothing crazy anyways.”
“Then what does it include?” I asked hesitantly, absolutely sure that I would hate it by the way she wasn’t just coming right out and saying it.
She ran her fingers nervously through her hair.
“We plan our wedding, but instead of a total trap... I’m a runaway bride. I go back to them, say I want their sanctuary, ask what they need from me, pretend I’m willing. And find the Pyxis, so we know what to attack to diminish their power supply.”
I growled. She had to be out of her mind if she actually thought I would agree to that. “Over my dead body.”
“I told you, you wouldn’t like it, Rhys.”