I gasped between heaves, the shadow bracelet pulsing erratically against my wrist. The moonstone bracelet countered with waves of soothing light, as if trying to neutralise the darkness I'd absorbed.
"Never seen anything like this," Uncle Mateo whispered, his face pale as he watched the inky substance pool in the bucket.
Maison knelt beside me, his hand warm against my back. "What do we do? How do we help her?"
"The bracelets know," I managed between spasms, feeling their ancient magic working through my system. The moonstone was drawing the corruption toward my centre while the shadow bracelet was helping me expel it.
Marcus watched with horrified fascination from where Dean and Carter restrained him. His face had lost all its former arrogance, leaving him looking hollow and confused.
