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“I can move this dirt, but it takes some energy. Earth magic is my least developed, although I am seeing that as a major hindrance now. She had me focus on casting into objects.” She rolls her eyes and I have to smile.“Can you contain her wrists and hands?” He asks, looking at her earnestly. “I’d l
123 - Elara“Hey, pretty Alpha. Open those green eyes for me.” That deep growly voice has me searching for the use of my eyelids. When did I close my eyes? I blink and try to focus, but his scent hits me first. Sharp spice that energizes me immediately. My eyes fly open and I am met with chocolate b
122 - ElaraRubber. My whole body feels like rubber. I don’t know how to fight this witch when I can’t get close enough. Juliette is here with me though.The relief that washed over me when she showed up, I was ready to cry. But, of course, Eliza had other plans and the little witch and I have been p
121 - BenEliza pulls away from him shouting “No!” She turns to her mother and falls over her still body. Her crying gets more hysterical and the glow increases. When she looks back at Silas, her eyes are flames of gold.“What!?” He shouts. “She had one under her own roof! Kept you hidden. YOU are a
“They are just children!” Black cloak, Amadeus, yells.A brunette woman pulls from the hoard towards the two men dueling next to me. Again the little girl perks up and smiles. She has not been afraid the way a typical youngster should be at the battle before her, she almost craves it. Looking at the
120 - BenI try again. I still can’t touch her. This isn’t a fluke. My hand passes through her and the leaves from the brush sitting on her shoulder. Am I dead? What did the Rift do to me?“We should feel the change soon.” The slimy voice says again. This time I focus on the two in front of me. Copy







