104: New Person

XANDER

The house felt deserted and dark, and cold. All the things I used to love but now loathed with a passion. I could feel Adriana’s absence in every corner, every wall and piece of furniture that I passed.

I wish I could say I was pissed off by what she did. I really hoped I would be. But I wasn’t. I felt oddly proud of her and her strength. Knowing she could probably go toe to toe with Dreaya if it comes to that.

I’m always worried her mother would do something terrible to her. That bitch doesn’t have an ounce of compassion in her heart. I could still remember the detached look on her face when she drew that knife across Adriana’s throat that time.

Sure, she didn't die. Or she came back, in more precise words. But I was familiar with the spell she wanted to do. And it could have gone wrong at any point and Adriana would be dead.

It didn't matter how powerful or experienced she was. Sacrificial magic could be rejected or accepted. And it was just sheer luck it was accepted.

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