"Drake, I need your help with someth-" I stopped talking when I noticed him in a staring contest with Mahlkha. I growled, causing the both of them to look at me. "Get out," I said.

Mahlkha sneered. "Hello, Daughter," he said, his eyes black as night. "How are you?"

"Just fuck off. I am not in the mood for you right now. Why are you even here? You know that you can't control him, Mahlkha."

Mahlkha cocked his head. "I can't?" he asked, blinking. "Are you sure?"

"Uh, yep," Drake replied. He looked at me. "I thought that I was talking to Nathaniel."

I shook my head. "You are talking to Mahlkha. You can tell by the eyes."

Mahlkha scowled and narrowed his eyes at me. "Way to spoil my fun, Skylar," he said. He folded his arms across his chest and glanced at the book in my arms. "What is that?"

"A book," I replied. "Can't you see in that form?"

Mahklha's nostrils flared in annoyance. "I can see that it is a book. What is it about?"

"It's about ways to kill you," I said. "It has some really good torture strategies."

"Like the ones that I have used on you?" Mahklaha asked, walking over to me. He sneered down at me, causing me to purse my lips in disgust.

"Better," I replied. "It has some spells that I can kill you over and over again."

"Let me see," Mahklaha said, causing me to shake my head. He narrowed his eyes at me. "And why not?" he asked.

"You'll get burnt," I replied. "Worse than what my touch will."

Mahklaha hissed and bared his teeth at me. He grabbed my arm, forcing me to wrench my hand from his grasp and grab his. "You little wench," he hissed, grabbing me with his other hand. He dug his nails into my skin, causing me to look at Drake and say 'don't' silently. "Do you really think you will get away with hurting me?"

"When have I not hurt you, Mahklaha," I growled out, narrowing my eyes at him. "If I remember correctly, it was me who sent you to The Pit."

Mahklaha sneered. "It wasn't you," he said. "It was Miza, and both of you are going to die."

"He did it for me," I growled. "And, it will be you that is going to die."

Mahklaha sneered. "Like Miza cares about you," he said. "He did not care enough to come get you before I used you."

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as tension grew. The smell of burnt skin and blood filled the room, but neither of us moved away from our position.

Again, the black of Mahklaha's eyes disappeared and the light gray of my father's shown through. He let go of my wrist and looked at it, his brows furrowed.

"Uh..." Drake said, causing me to look at him. Confusion filled his eyes, and I knew it was because the air around him had changed.

"My little Sky," he whispered, his voice soft. He looked up at me, his eyes searching my face. He knew what was happening, I could. "You need to kill me, please. I-I can't control him. I-I am sorry. Please, you need to kill me."

I let go of his wrist and placed my hand on his face. I felt that his face was wet with tears and nodded my head. "I will," I promised. "I have to kill him first."

My father's Adam's Apple bobbed as he nodded his head, placing his hand on mine. "The pack..?"

"Is safe," I replied. "At least as safe as I can get them."

He nodded and kissed my hand. "I-" He backed away from me and clutched his head. "No," he grunted. "I will not let you- AHHHH!!!" His whole body went rigid, and the air around us turned again.

Mahklaha stood up taller and wiped his face, sneering. "Weak, Mutt," he said, flicking the tears off of his face. He shook his head and tsked. "Pitiful, just pitiful."

"Leave, Mahklaha," I ordered, causing him to look at me and sneer. "Now." I took a threatening step towards him, our magic clashing against theo thers.

"Hmph," Mahklaha said. "You know you can't kill me, right? You aren't strong enough."

"Not yet, but I will be, and your hold on these people will fall."

He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" he asked. "Are you sure?" He looked at his wrist, his skin still burnt.

"Yes," I replied, nodding my head.

"Hmph." He rubbed his wrist. "Ask why Miza never came for you, why don't you. His answer might surprise you." He walked out of the office, pushing me out of his way.

I growled at him but didn't say anything else to him. I let out a sigh when he slammed the door shut and looked at my mate.

"Are you ok?" Drake asked, causing me to shake my head. He took me in his arms, causing me to feel relaxed.

"Ya," I said, nodding my head. I cleared my throat and got out of his arms. "Ben is out of the coma. He is taking a nap, right now."

Drake nodded his head, his body relaxing. He moved a hand through his hair and studied me. "What was that about?"

I shrugged my shoulder and shook my head. "My powers somehow made it so that my real father can come through," I said. "That is the second time that it happened."

Drake nodded his head, again. "What was the other reason that you came?" he asked. "I know that you have refused to move from Ben's side." He gave me a pointed look, causing me to shrug.

"Luna came," I said. I walked to the love seat and sat down with my mate following me. I sat down and rubbed my thumb on the book. "She said that the book requires a blood sacrifice. I don't know what she means by that."

Drake shrugged his shoulder. He had this thoughtful look in his eyes before he walked over to his desk. "Remember when you pricked me for the map?" he asked, causing me to nod my head. "I think that it means that." He pulled a pocket knife from his desk drawer and went over to me.

I sat up and looked at the pocket knife and then my mate. "Yes, why?" I asked.

"Maybe that is what they are saying," he said. "Maybe you are supposed to sacrifice your blood." He walked over to me and sat down. He watched as I thought about it.

I pursed and narrowed my eyes, not coming up with another solution. "That would be "too" normal," I said.

"Seriously?" Drake asked, causing me to nod my head. "How come?"

"Do you want to answer that Jerecho?" I asked, feeling him near.

Jerecho appeared into the room eating something that resembled a chicken bone. "We set up everything with blood," he said. "Make a pact with another God or Goddess, we use blood." He looked at me. "It makes sense, though."

I grunted and nodded my head. "Have they let the Shazarak go?" I asked, causing him to shake his head.

"They will tomorrow." He furrowed his brows and watched as I took the knife from Drake and prick myself with it. "Why do you not like Miza?" he asked.

"You aren't fond of him," I said, opening the book and placing my finger on the page.

"Well, I have reasons not to be, but I don't hate him."

"I have my reasons as well," I said. I watched the pages glowed and the words turned to English. "Here," I said, handing the book and pocket knife to Jerecho and changing the subject. "You might want to do it too before I start to read it."

Jerecho nodded his head and took the book and pocket knife from me. "And, I want to know your reasons," he said. "I am surprised he hasn't killed you yet." He pricked himself with the dagger and placed his finger on the page. "He would have killed anyone else that has disrespected him."

I grunted and shrugged my shoulder, watching as he skimmed through the book. "I'm surprised too," I said. "But, then again, he needs me."

"And you, unfortunately, need him," Jerecho said. He handed the book back to me and pointed to a picture that showed "Miza" and "me". We were standing back to back with what looked Shazaraks surrounding us.

"Fuck."