I look to the other faces around me and wonder how I ever ended up in a situation like this. In a room full of witches underneath the shadow of angelic wings... that belong to me.
We all lay our hands on Sylvia, and the sensation is so unsettling. Her skin feels as cold as ice under my touch. Her chest isn't moving at all. Marcus says she isn’t gone yet, but I don’t see any sign of life at all. Is this just wishful thinking?
The glow from our hands begins to swell, sparkling all over Sylvia’s frail body and filling the room with a haunting and eerie light. “Please let this work,” I whisper under my breath.
We hold steady, focusing all of our energy on her. But after a few minutes there's still no progress. Nothing has happened. She lies there as still and lifeless as when we started, an
