Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy (ARIA) novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269

Chapter 269

ARIA

“The crystal,” Ivory managed between gasps of laughter and breathless recovery. “It’s a transportation crystal. I recognized the type from old texts. One person has to be bait, draw the Medusa’s attention. The other gets the crystal, which activates on contact and transports the hole to their partner’s location. Instant rescue. But it only works if the partner is in mo nger-otherwise it’s just a regular crystal.”

up slowly, still catching her breath.

edusa can’t see herself in mirrors or she petrifies from her own gaze. That’s in all the ncient texts about her. So when you described the wall as a dead end, I realized it was actually the solution. Get you running toward the mirror. Make the Medusa focus on what looked like

with an easy kill. Let her build up momentum chasing you. Then at the last second, rescue you the crystal’s transportation while her own momentum carries her into seeing her reflection.”

“You were gambling that the crystal would work,” I said, the realization making me feel slightly sick. “That it would transport you to me in time. That I wouldn’t hit the wall first or the Medusa wouldn’t catch me before the transportation activated.”

“Yes,” Ivory admitted. “I was gambling. But it was the only plan I could think of that had any chance of working. Fighting her directly was impossible. Running wouldn’t work-she’s faster than us. The only option was using her own curse against her.”

“And the last-minute acrobatics?” I asked, remembering how she’d tackled me out of the Medusa’s path just as the creature lunged.

rovisation,” Ivory said with a slight grin. “The transportation put me right next to you but Medusa was already mid-lunge. Had to get us both out of her path while making sure she uldn’t course-correct before hitting the mirror. So I tackled you and hoped physics would to the rest.”

“That’s insane,” I said. “That whole plan was insane. There were so many points where it could have failed.”

“But it didn’t,” Ivory pointed out. “We’re alive. The Medusa is stone. The crystal is claimed. The trial is complete.”

As if in response to her words, blue mist began forming in the air above us. Coalescing into letters that glowed with their own internal light, spelling out words that floated in the

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chamber:

LAST TRIAL: THE MIRROR TRIAL OF TRUTH

THIRD TEAM TO ADVANCE: IVORY AND ARIA

Third team. Which meant two other teams had already reached the final trial. Two teams had survived the Medusa chamber or found alternative routes or somehow bypassed the fourth trial entirely.

“Kael,” Ivory said with certainty, looking at the floating words. “I’m willing to bet an arm and a leg that Kael is among the two teams that advanced. He’s too competent to have failed before now. Too strategic. Too experienced with impossible situations.”

She didn’t sound happy about it. Actually sounded frustrated, like the prospect of Kael reaching the final trial was personally offensive.

“What’s wrong with Kael advancing?” I asked, confused by her reaction.

“Bragging rights,” Ivory muttered. “If he completes all five trials, I’ll never hear the end of it. Eight years of him having one more accomplishment to hold over my head during training sessions. ‘Remember that time I beat you to the final trial?’ for the rest of my natural life.”

Despite everything we’d just survived, despite the exhaustion and fear and accumulated trauma, I found myself laughing. The idea of Ivory being bothered by potential bragging rights from Kael was so normal, so mundane, so refreshingly human compared to everything else we’d been facing.

Then something else began to happen. The four crystals we’d collected—the crescent moon from the first trial, the blue full moon from the second, the violet star from the third, the crimson inverted crescent from the fourth-they floated up from wherever we’d secured them in our packs.

Rising into the air without any visible support, positioning themselves in a pattern that became clear as they moved. They were forming something. Connecting to each other with threads of light that suggested they’d always been meant to fit together, that we’d been collecting pieces of a larger whole.

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