Eighty-Nine

Sally's POV

The sound of the explosion from the lightning sent a wave of pain down my spine and into my head, causing me to collapse, begging for the pain to end. I could feel myself falling into darkness again.

I woke up with a gasp as if I had been pulled out of deep water to breathe. My breathing was labored, shallow, and ragged, inhaling through my nose and exhaling through my mouth. Slowly, focusing my eyes, I saw that my arms were tied to the armrests of the chair, not behind my back.

I looked around only to see I was still in the abandoned warehouse, my blood pooling on the floor and into the circle that Kaytlyn created for the forbidden ritual involving my blood and this blade on my thigh.

I stared more and more at these knives and their enchanting sapphire stone at the bottom of the hilt. Suddenly, something inside me clicked. I took two shots, my eyes slightly wide open. This special twisted steel Scottish Dirk knife is meant to transport one's mind and body to wherever a so