Gasping, I reached out my hands to clutch at my throat.
There were stars in my vision. The world was starting to spin.
Weakness washed over me like a wave. I fell backwards, my head hitting the floor with a nauseating thud.
Fenyx stood over me. Even covered in blood, his gaze was hungry and predatory.
“What’s wrong, Morgan? No more words for me? That’s all right. I think we can still have a lot of fun this way. Of course, you won’t be there for any of it. Just let me get cleaned up.” I heard his footsteps begin to fade. “Say hello to the gods for me.”
The siphon he had used wasn’t letting up.
Fenyx was killing me, draining me of everything I had. I wondered if my lifeforce was filling him as quickly as I drained, healing the wounds I had given him. I hoped not.
I couldn't move my head. With trembling fingers, I reached out for Excalibur.
All I touched was air.
I pushed myself to extend my arm farther, then still more.
There. I felt it. The blade. My fingers brushed against a thin line of metal. So sharp. There was a stinging sensation. I had cut myself on Excalibur.
But what was a little more blood?
Draven. I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes. I wanted him. Needed him. Was I really going to die here in this horrible place without him? So far away?
A few minutes more, and my powers would have returned. I might have sensed him one last time.
My eyelids were closing. My body was surrendering to the encroaching darkness.
I tried to think of all of the good we had shared. But it wasn’t enough. We hadn’t had enough time.
Maybe I was selfish. But I wanted more.
And Kaye. Oh, my little Kaye.
From the corner of my eyes, there came a soft golden light.