Chapter 274: Chosen Of The Light

The world wavered, wobbled. Shapes drifted past me, sounds echoing in and out. I struggled to rise, caught a distorted image of Sassafras, his mouth gaping open, magic flashing, people being thrown about. He staggered as I had, a cloth shoved over his face as he collapsed backward into the arms of someone dressed in white.

A familiar face drifted into view, her petite features twisted into a snarl of hate. I recognized Rosetta, the white Chosen robe she wore, but was unable to gather my magic, my senses, my head still ringing from the blow I'd taken.

I knew I had to get up, get moving, go after him, save him... but the world wobbled again and I collapsed sideways, reaching out to him.

White robes surrounded me, hands grasping, pulling. My demon lashed out on her own, Shaylee at her side, their combined magic sending the Chosen members flying back from me though I was only peripherally aware they took action. The pain had come at last, disorientation fed by agony of a pulsing, knife