Eighty eight

*Rafe*

I stared at Freya's still form lying next to me, my heart clenching with anguish and fear. Her slender body had been shaking violently just moments before, seized by whatever dark magic was attacking her very life force. But now she was unnaturally still, her chest barely rising and falling with shallow breaths. I couldn't stand the sight of her so still and pale, like a porcelain doll that had been drained of all life. It was my fault, I knew, that she was ...