Thirty minutes until dawn and Morgana was explaining the mechanics of dying-to-anchor-through-mate-bonds like it was a normal Tuesday activity instead of the most insane plan we'd ever attempted.
"Clinical death must occur within ten seconds of the sealing." Her voice was clinical. Focused. "Too early and the bonds break before anchoring. Too late and the prison closes without them. The timing has to be perfect."
Perfect timing while opening a door for primordial evil and getting sealed in eternal darkness. No pressure.
"How do we die?" Thorne's question was matter-of-fact. "Fast enough for ten-second window."
"Stopping the heart." Morgana pulled up medical equipment I didn't want to look at. "Potassium chloride injection. Immediate cardiac arrest. Painless. Irreversible once the sealing completes."
Irreversible. Right. They'd actually be dead. Their bodies would stay dead. Only their consciousness would anchor through the bonds into the prison with me.
