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It’s cold beneath my fingertips, and when the dust clears, I see myself staring at a very dead Elanora. “No.” The word is a strangled sob leaving my lips. “No!” Witches come rushing through the hole in the wall, so I grab a letter opener that I must have knocked from the desk. Swinging the small blade out, I catch one in the throat and duck down beneath the table.
Power slams into my back and flings me forward through the room. My head cracks against the wall, and something wet drips down and blocks my vision. “Chasin!” I roar, but there’s no answer. Fear strangles me.
Blood hammering, muscles shaking, I try my damnedest to get control of myself—to access my magic—but it’s nowhere to be found. There’s nothing there.
I’m completely at their mercy. And I haven’t even had the chance to give Tarnley the one piece of paper that will spare his life. Motivation renewed, I scramble to my feet, slipping on broken pieces of the wall as I try to get the hell out of the trap I found myself in. But they’re everywhere. Completely surrounding me.
“Grab her, and let’s go.” The order is curt, and witches grab my arms. I try to yank free of their grip, but magic slams into my back, and I scream as agonizing pain drops me to my knees. Like a thousand knives digging into my spine, it spreads through my back, invading every nerve, breaking every blood vessel until I can feel nothing but blinding agony.
The witches drop me as a woman hollers, and bullets rip through the room, and witches fall around me.Rainey
Vision blurry, probably due to the head trauma from hitting the wall, I try to push through the room. But someone steps into my path, blocking me in. I swing out, clipping the stranger in the jaw. They grunt then throw me over their shoulder, before moving impossibly fast through the side door.
I fight to regain consciousness, to keep myself present, but black spots invade my vision, shoving my rational thought out the window.
“Hang on.”
His voice wraps around me like a warm summer breeze. “Tarnley?”
“I’ve got you.”
And with that, I succumb to the pain, slipping into utter darkness, the voice offering only one single sentence.You should have used me when you had the chance.
