Chapter 40
Sawyer
There is little left to fate in this world.
I am on my knees screaming. She is screaming. The magic-laced shackles have dug into my wrists to the point that my body has stopped healing itself. Rolan is on his throne watching her body flay within the shades of light the cess’s spell projects.
Liv’s aura is bending and warping outside of her body.
I will beg. “PLEASE!”
The cess, a familiar face, the one who is wielding the spell, glances at me and I swear I see a nod. The subtle duck of a chin. So short. A faint movement only I would notice.
Another bargain between us.
In that moment, her body rises one last time in a bright flash of light before she drops. Her body hits the floor with no remorse and blood trickles from her eyes, ears and nose. A pool forms.
I don’t know where my screaming began and hers ended. Chaos erupts in the room as Rolan stands from his throne, leaning to see her broken body on the floor. As if he needed to make sure.
Laughter bursts from his mouth and he claps slowly. “Well, that was a show. Does it always take that long? To break someone, I mean.”
The cess drops to his knees, sweat dripping down his brow as he stares at Liv’s lifeless body. He shakes his head, muttering.
No.
Rolan snaps at his guards, who move towards my chains. “We leave for Lux immediately.” My body sags against my chains, devoid of energy.
No, no, no, no.
Wake up! I want to scream, my will faltering as they drag my useless legs under me.