“Enough!” I growl.
He shoves against me, knocking into me like a strong wing. “It’s enough when I say it’s enough.”
I keep my eyes open this time, locked onto his as I slowly get to my feet. “You’re not Blake,” I say. “You’re my guilt. The darkness inside me. And you only have power when I give it to you.”
The specter of Blake screams and dives for me, but my magic pulsates out, a burst of green light which flashes across the dark. He vanishes in a curl of smoke, along with my other tormenters.
That’s when I hear someone calling my name.
“Tamsin! Tamsin, come back to me!”
It’s Blake. The real Blake, this time.
“Blake!” I scream. “Blake, I’m here!”
As the words come out of my mouth, the endless abyss vanishes, and I find myself in a stone temple atop a mountain. Everything rushes back in a wave of horror.
Blake materializes next to me, at the same moment that I turn and lock eyes with Darkness.
“You are mine,” she growls, and the copper of her eyes sparks like hellfire.
“I’ve reclaimed myself,” I snarl.
My magic swirls around me, Blake encircles my body in his arms, and the last thing I hear as we vanish is an unearthly shriek and the rumbling of the mountaintop as it crumbles.