I had no answers for Malachi. I felt dizzy, nauseous and for a split-second fear had a tight grip on me.
“When you use death magic it drains your life force, like I said earlier, stupid, stupid, stupid. You’re not even completely healed from the shooting and you go and jump into the marina!” Jessica said annoyed.
“I don’t feel so good,” I said to Malachi.
“You’ll be fine in another few days, granted you don’t try to be a hero until then,” Jessica said to me as I felt faint. She drove up the driveway and parked Malachi’s car in the garage. Malachi had to help me get out of the car as the bullet wounds started to hurt again and my head was pounding.
We walked into the kitchen, Malachi supporting my weight and holding me up since I could barely stand on my left leg where I’d been shot. Ad
