39. Frey — Regret

Frey

Maybe if I had just thought about it for a damn second. Maybe if I had accepted that bond that I felt with him, perhaps I would have let him live.

But I didn't.

I wiped off the tears brimming down my cheeks, and rose to my feet, making a beeline to the house’s entrance. My thoughts were all over the place until…

I heard Denzel’s screams.

I hurried toward the commotion’s source, discovering that he was at the mercy of grotesque creatures. Narrowing my gaze to the top of the building, the gargoyles were no longer there. This was when I acknowledged the dark magic that sang in the air. My power emerged from me but it entangled with the dark weaves. I stepped backward, struggling to set both powers apart, but I was failing.

If I stood there trying to separate them, Denzel would end up dead. I pulled the aura of magic and as the beastly creatures shrieked and growled at me. My power dispersed through the entire premises, turning the gargoyles immobile. I snapped my finger, and they exp