Chapter 51

Fifty-One

“Kosmina, nooo!” Adham sank to his knees, fists clenched around sand. He cursed it, cursing his renewed power. His sorcery had launched beyond his control, his words and actions not his own.

How? Why?

Eyes wet and mind on fire, he threw back his head and roared to the sky, “ Believe in me, Mina. ” One last time.

Compulsion struck; he morphed his sand into a dagger—and stabbed his own eye out with it.

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