AISLYN

My eyes practically bulge out of my head. What the hell?!

I spin around, despite the hold the guards have on me, looking around for any sign that this is an ill attempt at illusion. It isn’t. This whole thing is so very real.

“Magic. They’re practicing black magic.” Dyer’s voice is so low that I barely catch the words, but at the same time, it is brimming with an intensity that leaves me gulping for air.

Breathing suddenly becomes an issue as fear takes root inside of me. ...