KNIGHT

“What warlock are you talking about?”

“Cyrius?”

“Who the fuck is Cyrius? Why isn’t she healing?” I stopped breathing. I stopped living the moment I saw the poison spread fast down her back, up to the back of her neck.

“Cyrius is the warlock that killed her parents.”

“I thought he’s dead.” I glared at Zarah.

“He is not dead after all. When you touched the mark on her neck, it weakened the spell that kept him locked up for ...