Chapter 11
The air crackles around us, the scent dry and sharp. A pulse radiates from the group of necromancers. The force of it strikes me in the chest, and it feels like barbed wire has encircled my heart.
Something tugs at my insides, as if this force is trying to remove a vital part of me.
And it’s working. The ability I’ve always taken for granted slips away. I want to cry out, but I can’t. I want to shout at them, curse them. I want to...
Malcolm throws himself in front of me. All at once, the sensation stops. A strangled noise emerges from his throat. I feel a rush of returning power, a loosening around my heart. I gasp for breath, and the shock of it washes through me.
I can move my lips, my tongue, my mouth. I can speak. I bring my fingertips to my lips, testing the feel of t
