My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507: Chapter 507 THE SUN ON A NECKLACE

SERAPHINA’S POV

The chamber still trembled from Malachar’s fragment’s destruction, the air thick with residual silver light and dying black siphon threads curling like burnt nerves through stone.

Kieran stood at my side, his presence like a second heartbeat threaded into mine through the mate bond, steadying the storm inside me without muting it.

My initial shock waned, and I pulled my power back, not dissipating it entirely. Silver light gathered at my fingertips, waiting to identify this new variable before I attacked.

“Don’t,” she said, watching my hands warily. Her tone didn’t match the pattern of threat I expected.

There was also no fear or urgency in it. She sounded almost...conversational.

"Who are you?" Kieran barked.

She stepped fully into the fractured light.

She was younger than I expected—early twenties, maybe. Her auburn hair was pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, and her sharp features gave her a severity that made it easy to misread her as older.

“I’m Evelyn,” she answered. “Catherine’s daughter.”

For a moment, my mind went utterly blank as I tried to make sense of what I’d heard.

“Catherine doesn’t have a daughter,” I said, voice low.

Behind me, Kieran shifted, tension flooding his stance and his eyes narrowing, his suspicion mirroring my own.

Evelyn’s expression did not change. “I’m adopted.”

That sounded almost more ridiculous than if she were Catherine’s biological daughter.

I was still struggling to process Evelyn’s words when Catherine let out a brittle laugh.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Evelyn, dear,” she said, forcing herself up with trembling limbs, “but you won’t succeed where I failed.”

I scoffed. “Listen to your”—my nose wrinkled—“mother.”

Evelyn didn’t take her eyes off me as she spoke. “You misunderstand, Mother. I’m not here to save you.”

Her hand moved.

Instinctively, I planned a counterattack.

But she hadn’t aimed for me.

Lines of light erupted across the floor in geometric precision, wrapping around Catherine and locking her in place as containment sigils ignited beneath her.

“What—what is this?” she demanded, struggling against invisible constraints as her hands pressed against glowing barriers that responded like living walls.

Evelyn finally turned to her.

“A containment array,” she said calmly.

I blinked at Catherine’s trapped form.

What the fuck?

Kieran’s voice brushed against my mind through the bond. ‘Call me crazy, but I don’t think she’s on Catherine’s side.’

And somehow, that realization unsettled me more than hostility would have.

“What—" Catherine sputtered. "I didn’t teach you such a spell.”

Evelyn shook her head. “No, you didn’t.”

She exhaled once, as if bracing herself for something. Then she continued, “You also didn’t teach me the one I used to put a block on Margaret’s power.”

My body went still.

I remembered Catherine floundering, trying to figure out how my mother had cast the spell that protected me from her powers.

The shock hit Catherine like a ton of bricks.

She stared at Evelyn, her jaw unhinged. Her already pale face was almost translucent now. “What?”

Evelyn straightened, her face tight. “I couldn’t let you hurt anyone else.”

The shock quickly gave way to white-hot fury, and Catherine snarled from within the array. “You traitorous little—”

Evelyn flicked her wrist.

Catherine choked mid-word as the sigils tightened and the containment responded instantly, silencing her without mercy.

Evelyn turned back to me, continuing as if nothing had happened.

“If you want to save your mother, all the power Catherine stole must be retrieved and returned. And only I can do it.”

The implication of her words spread through me like ice over a lake, and my attention drifted back to my mother—to the minuscule rising and falling of her chest.

“You can save her?” I whispered.

“On one condition.”

My attention darted back to Evelyn.

Kieran’s skepticism hardened into hostility, our bond flaring with unified instinct.

No.

Another condition meant control. Another chain. Another trap.

“I’m not agreeing to anything you want,” I said.

Evelyn didn’t miss a beat. “Then everything here collapses unresolved. Catherine dies with stolen power still anchored inside her. Margaret will follow soon after. And Malachar’s residual imprint eventually reconstructs itself through the fragments you missed.”

My jaw tightened.

She was speaking too precisely.

Too sure.

Kieran moved beside me fully now, his presence rising. I felt his intent sharpen into action.

“You’ll find,” he growled, “that we don’t respond well to threats.”

She raised her hands, and I felt the pressure drop. “I’m not your enemy, but I’ll defend myself if I have to.”

Silver power flared at my fingertips. "Take your mother’s advice—don’t try me."

“Wait!”

We all turned at yet another newcomer rushing into the chamber.

I paused, stunned.

An image flashed in my mind, dredged up from the still-recovering memories of my sealed childhood.

Flashing lights. Broken glass. Hands reaching toward me. Kind eyes. A voice telling me to breathe.

‘One, two. In, out. Just like that, Sera. See? You just need to calm down.’

Tobias moved towards me. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

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