I trusted them about zero out of a million, so it was easy to ignore every word they shot at me. Braxton. I tried again, but … shit, something was wrong. The spell was still cold against my skin, and I knew if it had been activated I’d have felt heat. What the eff was going on? Louis would not have made a mistake. He said I needed to say the name of my mate, which was Braxton. So what was wrong?

“Blood!” Lemon was more demanding than her sister.

I flipped her off, and with a pounce quicker than a shifter cat, she had Mischa in her arms. “You want to see your sister suffer more? She still has one lung functioning, but maybe if she was drowning in her own blood, it would hurry you along.”

Shit. Fuck. Ass. Balls. Why had I put her on the ground? I needed free hands to fight, but I’d also let them have their only leverage back. I must have hit my head on the way in here or something. This time it was Lemon who had the knife in her hand, and as she lifted her arm to plunge it into the other side of Mischa’s body, I lurched forward.

“Stop!” I screamed. “Take my friggin’ blood, but you better hope that Mischa and I die after this, because I am making it my life mission to kill you both.”

I leveled a hard gaze on each of them so they knew how serious I was.

Orange snatched my right hand. I almost wrenched my arm back. Touching her was like touching poison ivy. My skin immediately itched. My palm burned as she slashed across the fleshy pad. Silver would keep this wound open for a lot longer. Blood immediately eased to the surface before spilling free.

Orange dragged me two steps to the wall and slammed that palm down onto the north groove in the compass. So this was what they meant by me being north. Damn jinn, and damn everyone else for not giving me more information.

Lemon took my sister’s hand and placed it on the south point. No need for a cut, Mischa was already bleeding everywhere. Then the twins sliced their own hands, the final blood for east and west. As the four of our palms sat in the divots on our compass, an unnatural wind flooded along the corridor. I shivered as the first icy strands touched me, and then gasped as it turned to a burning heat. It was as if two seasons had simultaneously flooded across the prison.

The twins started to chant, their words melodic, almost song-like: “Summon, arise, you are called. Be one, fulfill the curse, right the wrong. Bring back which was lost so long ago. Open the door to the inbetween.”