Iniquity Approaches Book 2 of Iniquity Series~Complete~

Ch. 37

The next morning, I woke up with my head still resting on Tom's chest. His breath fanning my hair as I lay there listening to his heartbeat.

"You know, up until now I always had this feeling of emptiness where your head is lying." He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, sighing as his arm wrapped around me, bringing me closer to his body.

I didn't know how to reply to that comment.

For once in my life, I felt needed, wanted, even. I felt like I had finally found my place in the world, and it was there, at Tom Riddle's side.

"My thoughts exactly." He murmured, drowsily.

'Oops.' I kept forgetting we would now hear one another's thoughts.

We got out of bed unwillingly just after the sun began to ascend into the pink, purple, and yellow-colored sky.

I could feel Tom's gaze as I gathered my clothes and made my way towards the bathroom to shower.

I showered quickly dressing in a maroon floor-length skirt, and a loose black shirt, adding the thick black waist corset, Bella had given me, over it.

When I walked back into the room to found Tom staring blankly towards the now dancing flames in the hearth.

I checked to make sure that all of my things were in my bag.

When I realized the bag I used yesterday was in there as well, I quickly pulled out the bag and pulled out one of the books I acquired in one of the shops, I had gone to while I was out Christmas shopping.

"Tom, I think might have found a book that eliminates the option of making Horcruxes altogether," I muttered, as I set my bag down on the floor.

I watched as he swiveled his head in my direction so fast I almost got whiplash.

"Really? How is that possible?" He asked, befuddled.

"It's an ancient spell. I found two books in the two muggle stores down the road, the books are in Latin. Both the shopkeepers couldn't understand them, they were going to burn them. So, when they both realized I wanted them, instead of hitching their prices up, they instead chose to give them to me. It was good too because I would've kept them either way." I said, opening the worn-down wine-colored book, as gingerly as possible.

"What's the spell called?" He asked curiously.

"It's called Morse Ne Cantatio. It says here that the spell prevents a person on the brink of death from dying, by combining their soul with another living soul. The spell itself prevents either caster or victim from dying, instead falling unconscious for an untold period of time." I read, closing the book, and looking up to meet his gaze.

'This could have saved my mother, had there been someone who knew ancient magic there.' He thought, sighing.

"Another powerful spell I read was Nigrium Mortem," I said, reading what the spell did from the second book.

"Nigrium Mortem? As in Black Death? Like the muggle epidemic that killed thousands of people, not just muggles but wizards and witches too?" He asked, astound, his eyebrows rising in surprise.

"No, that's not the same thing. That is known as the bubonic plague in the muggle world. This spell actually burns a person to cinders, almost nothing is left behind but the shoe print of where the person stood..." I explained showing him the book.

"Interesting. What do you suppose these books were doing in those muggle shops?" He inquired curiously, his brows furrowing.

"I haven't the slightest idea," I answered with a shrug, putting the books back in my bag.