Chapter 277
Marabe POV
One week Later
Jonah dropped me off at the hotel, my brother was still here, and we were still no closer to finding a
way to open that damn coffin. Kyan had been on edge. The more time I spent with my brother, the
more he questioned me, yet now that we weren''t sure we could even open the coffin, I debated this
entire thing.
The grimoires offered nothing, and Dominic''s presence became less and less. He was having trouble
was like static interference.
He could never stay long, and he tried to tell me it was because my bonds to my mates were sealed
entirely now. It made no sense to me, but he exined the more I relied on my mates, the less I
needed him, which was quite bothersome because I needed him to figure out how to open the coffin.
Stepping out of the elevator, the apartment door was wide open. The Hotel had been shut down since
the incident. Jonah and Kyan couldn''t obviously risk someone falling out a window, but most of the
repairs were done, and as I stepped into the apartment, men were fixing the windows on this level
finally.
Eziah sat on the couch with one of the grimoires in hand, flicking through the pages. He had been
different thest couple of days, his moods changing rapidly, which wasn''t helping me. We had been
shing, and then arguing with Kyan about when he was leaving was driving me insane. He hated my
brother, which was understandable, but if he knew why he was here, maybe he would have a change
of heart. Yet if I couldn''t open the damn coffin, it was for nothing, and he would be even more angered
that I dug his father up for nothing.
Mum had also been fiddling with the fates trying to see ahead, but besides the asional nosebleed
and headache, she couldn''t see much because Eziah and I were directly involved in that future, futures
she couldn''t see clearly.
"Hey," I tell Eziah, sitting next to him. His aura radiated out angrily, and he stunk heavily of liquor. I
nce at him to find his eyes bloodshot and huge dark circles under his eyes.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just not sleeping well,” he mutters, ring at the workers who were nearly done and cleaning up
the mess from recing the windows. "Find anything helpful,”
"No, it is mostly in old Latin,"
"You mean Italian?" I ask. Eziah shakes his head.
"No, Latin is simr, but it is mostly a deadnguage. Not many speak it anymore, and then some are
in old
Gaelic, which makes no sense since they arepletely differentnguages. Don''t suppose Dominic is
around to trante," I shake my head, and Eziah sighs.
"Why couldn''t it be open sesame or something easy,” Eziahughs darkly, and his eyes flicker oddly.
The men leave and shut the door behind them, and Eziah gets up off the couch. "Fucking finally," he
groans, heading to the cupboard and pouring a drink.
"Eziah, it isn''t even 10 AM," I scolded, watching as he sniffed the bottle he opened, he made a face,
and the smell of vodka hit my nose.
"Leave me, I have hardly slept, and if I have to sit here trying to work out what the heck those stupid
symbols mean and whatevernguage that crap Is, I will do it drunk," he says, raising the ss.
"Cheers," he says with a wink before downing the ss. I shake my head, looking at the open
Grimoire.
"How are your boy toys?" he asks and I shrug, not bothering to answer since he was in a mood, and
knew, it would only lead to us arguing. Two things I hade to learn about Eziah in thest week.
Was that he had a drinking problem, and depending on his mood depended on what sort of drunk he
was. I had questioned him multiple times about what was wrong, but he never told me. Or t out told
me it was none of my business.
He falls onto the couch and leans forward, cing the jewelry box we had been practicing on trying
open, yet it wasn''t the same. Kaif had sealed it shut with his magic for me the other night, yet not even
he was sure how Dominic sealed the coffin.
His only answer was that Dominic must have locked it so that only his magic could open it. Magic I had
no idea how to use, but Kaif was also bing wary of taking over. Kyan had been questioning him
relentlessly, andI was at the point I was willing to tell him and take Kyan''s wrath, but at the same time, I
didn''t want to hurt him if we couldn''t open it.
Kyan lost it the other night when he woke up while I was snooping in the basement with Kaif, and he
forced control back, which scared the living daylights out of me. When he grabbed me, demanding to
know what I was doing. Kaif had forced back control, and I managed to convince him he dreamt it;
however, I knew that excuse wouldn''t work again. I was pretty sure he knew I was lying through the
bond. Shaking that thought away, I turned back to look at the Grimoire. I sighed, symbols and emblems
that made zero sense to me. Eziah and I set to work trying to unlock the jewelry box. Going through
different spells, the day had passed by quickly, and by the end of the day, I was bing exhausted,
channeling absolutely nothing. Magic was hard, and I wasn''t a witch, so the feeling for power wasn''t the
same. It required concentration and natural ability I didn''t have.
Eziah was half tanked as he grabbed another spellbook. He snickersughing at me, and I shake my
head.
"Okay, I will stopughing, try this one,"
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he says, squinting at the book. His energy was making me feel drunk, he couldn''t even walk straight,
so I had no idea how he was able to read.
"Give it here and let me try reading it," I tell him reaching for the book. Eziah chuckled, pulling the book
from my reach and hugging it.
"Iam an advisor. You are a spell caster,”
he slurred, and I rolled my eyes. With a huff, I sat back down next to the coffee table.
"So you need to channel your inner power," Eziah says, and I shake my head.
"Just tell me the damn spell Eziah or give me the book."
Eziah slurs his words, and I get annoyed, intending to go home. He is wasting my time. :
"Wait, wait, musculus sphincter ani," he slurred. °
"What, that doesn''t sound like a spell,” I tell him, reaching for the book, but he pulls it back.
"I''m advisor, you spell caster, now cast away,’ he says as I re at him.
"Time is ticking, and Jonah will be here to get you soon,” Eziah says, and I shake my head. Sitting
down, I look at the jewelry box, holding it in my hands. " musculus sphincter ani," I murmur. Eziah
"With more enthusiasm and louder, I got a good feeling about this one,” he says, and I raise an
eyebrow at him. "Are you being stupid? Show me that," I tell him.
"I know what I am doing. Maybe if you had listened better, you would have opened the damn box, now
do your magic, and you let me do the tranting," Eziah tells me, giving mea stern look.
I grab the box, feeling for Dominic''s magic, and repeat the phrase " musculus sphincter ani,"
"Louder, clearer, pronunciation, is that word?" Eziah says.
"You bloody try then," I tell him, and he shakes his head.
"Do you want to open the box or not," Eziah says, swigging from his bottle. Gone were his sses, and
now he was resorting to drinking straight from the bottle.
"musculus sphincter ani," I repeated, and still nothing.
"Are you sure you are saying that right? It sounds like some disease," I tell him, and he snickers. I eyed
him suspiciously, but he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Now, would I waste your time? Your time is my damn time. Now try harder,” Eziah snapped. Shaking
my head, I kept repeating the spell; however, nothing happened. When Jonah walked in, he stood
behind Eziah while I red at the box having been set back on the table.
The box moved on the table, and I gasped.
"See, try again," Eziah snickered.