“You’ll never get me.” The witch twisted her hand, sending the other two to the ground again.
Gerard lifted his head, his eyes barely open as he clutched his skull. He was willing me to do something. He was willing me to use my warlock magic.
Holding my hands up, I closed my eyes and pulled on the darker energy as the woman ran towards the lift again. My whole body shook as a wet trickle came out of my nose. Blood. It didn’t matter, I had to do this.
As soon as my body was full of magic, my skin tingling and my arms aching, I jumped into the air and unleashed it. Crashing through the flame barrier as streams of magic extended from my hands, I fell to the laminate floor, my knees jarring against the hard surface.
The magic thrust forward and wrapped around the witch. I was somehow able to keep my balance with my arms extended as the power poured from my palms. My vision started to blur as she fought me, her magic pushing against mine as she writhed on the floor.
“You can do it, Devon,” Gerard called through gritted teeth. “It’s working.”
His voice grew stronger as the witch became weaker. I couldn’t move, my knees pressed hard into the ground. I wouldn’t be able to hold on for long, my legs were shaking too much.
“I can’t,” I breathed as my body went to slump forward.
Arms came around me from behind, holding me up. My whole bodyweight was held by Gerard, supporting me when I needed it most. His strength helped me to keep the magic flowing from my hands. It was bright white, almost blinding as it grew. Wrapping around the witch, it almost cocooned her in its power.
“You can do it,” Gerard whispered in my ear, right before I was about to give up. “Just one more push.”
She was still fighting me, her energy trying to force me away, trying to break me. And, yet, I wouldn’t break, not with the support I had around me.
“Wow, Devon.” Justina’s voice was distant.
My head pounded as dizziness overtook me, and I struggled to breathe. I was going to die. The power was too much for my body to handle. But, it didn’t matter. If it meant saving hundreds of witches from the fate that Lilia had endured, I would do it. I would die.
Air rushed into my lungs as the witch went still, her magic dropping completely. She became motionless as the power I had channelled disconnected from me to settle around her prone body. She wasn’t dead, just…almost dead.
Collapsing, I released my last breath, quite sure that I wouldn’t breathe again. And, yet, arms were there, lifting me into the air. The evil witch spoke in the background, a small laugh coming from her throat.
“It’s not us, you know that, don’t you?” she almost whispered.
Gerard was still as we listened to her. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, my energy completely depleted, but I had to hear what she was going to say. For some reason, it felt important.
The older woman went on. “We’re just a small link in a chain of witches that are using magic for their own good. The one you want…you’ll never find her. Ever.”
Justina’s sigh brought tears to my eyes. We had failed to catch those who were the ringleaders of the slave trade. It was obvious from the conviction in the woman’s voice that she was telling the truth.
If I died, right at that moment, it would’ve been for nothing. For my whole life, I had put myself first, not worrying too much about consequence. And, yet, when I had finally found people to care for, and who cared for me, they were taken away.
“Are you okay?” Gerard whispered to me.
He could feel that I was conscious, even if my body was completely numb. I couldn’t even open my eyes to look at his sweet face. “I’m dying,” I whispered.
His face lowered to mine just as I managed to pull my eyelids up. His green iris’ stared at me, concern etched over his handsome face. At least I would get to see Perfect Mac-saviour one last time.
“Devon,” he whispered, a tear escaping his eye. “You’re not dying. You…”
He stuttered before he sucked in his breath. I held mine, unsure of what he was going to say. He was crying for me, surely that meant I was dying? Did that mean he cared? Well, so he should after everything.
“Your witch magic has been severed, my love. You’re a warlock now.”
And, just like that, my heart broke apart.
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