Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy (ARIA) novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268

Chapter 268

ARIA

My brain processed the situation in fragments, rapid-fire assessments that came faster than conscious thought. Ivory exposed. Shields shattered. Medusa turning toward her. Seconds before eye contact. Seconds before my partner became another statue decorating this nightmare chamber.

The knife was in my hand before I’d decided to draw it-pure instinct, muscle memory

from the awakened bloodline providing combat reflexes I’d never trained. My arm came up, aimed, threw with precision that shouldn’t have been possible given I’d never practiced knife- throwing in my life.

The blade tumbled through the air and struck true. Hit the Medusa’s head—not a killing blow, couldn’t kill something that was essentially immortal, but enough to hurt, to distract, to break her focus on Ivory for the crucial seconds we needed.

The Medusa hissed, her serpent-hair writhing with agitation as she spun toward me. All her attention shifting from Ivory to the new threat, to the prey that had dared to strike her, to me standing there with the crimson crystal still clutched in my hand.

“Run!” Ivory shouted, her voice carrying command and desperation in equal measure. “Leave the crystal and take the right! Now!”

I didn’t question. Didn’t hesitate. Just dropped the crystal and ran in the direction she’d indicated, my boots pounding against stone floor, my eyes still fixed downward to avoid any chance of meeting the Medusa’s gaze.

I could feel the creature behind me. Could hear the scraping of her movement as she pursued, could hear the serpents hissing with rage and anticipation, could sense her closing the distance with speed that suggested she was toying with me, letting me think I had a chance to escape before she ended this hunt.

The right path led to a wall. I could see it ahead-maybe thirty feet away, solid stone that appeared to mark the chamber’s boundary. A dead end. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.

“Ivory!” I shouted back, panic cutting through my attempt at calm. “It’s a dead end! There’s just

a wall! I can’t-”

“Don’t change direction!” Ivory’s voice came back, urgent and insistent. “Keep going toward it! Trust me! Just keep running!”

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The Medusa laughed behind me, the sound carrying genuine amusement and anticipation.

“This is the simplest kill I have had in centuries,” she said, her beautiful voice making the words even more chilling. “Prey running toward a wall with nowhere to turn. No escape. No options. Just the inevitable moment when you realize your mistake and turn to face me, and our eyes meet, and you become eternal stone like all the others who thought themselves clever.”

I heard Ivory’s footsteps running in a different direction. Heard her moving toward where I’d dropped the crystal. She was going for the fragment while the Medusa was focused on me. Using me as bait, as distraction, as the sacrifice that would let her complete the objective.

Just like the trial had demanded. Just like we’d both known one of us would have to do.

I kept running toward the wall even though every instinct screamed to turn, to find another path, to stop sprinting toward obvious dead end. But I trusted Ivory. Trusted that she had a plan. Trusted that following her instructions mattered more than my own assessment of the situation.

Twenty feet. Fifteen. The wall was getting closer and I could see it more clearly now. Not rough stone like the rest of the chamber. Smooth. Reflective. Like polished metal or glass, showing my own terrified face running toward it with a monster at my heels.

A mirror. The dead end was a mirror.

Ten feet. Five. I was going to hit the wall at full sprint if I didn’t slow down, if I didn’t stop, didn’t-

“Now!” Ivory’s voice screamed from behind me.

if I

Something tackled me from the side. Ivory’s body hitting mine with force that sent us both tumbling, rolling away from the wall, landing in a heap of tangled limbs maybe ten feet to the left of where I’d been running.

And the Medusa, who’d been lunging to catch me, who’d been moving with the certainty of prey about to be claimed, who’d been reaching out with those pale hands to grab me and turn me to face her-

She hit the mirror.

Or rather, she looked into the mirror. Saw her own reflection. Made eye contact with herself in the polished surface.

The shriek that erupted from her was inhuman. Worse than inhuman-it was the sound of something ancient and powerful realizing it had been tricked, realizing the trap it had fallen

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into, realizing that its own curse was turning against it.

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