“Uncertainty?” Ladouche said. His face went up in flames. “Quit asking questions and give me the goddamn souls!”
I jumped back, but he kept moving toward me. “I’m tired of your insolence. I was going to let you walk away after all of this. I’m beginning to change my mind, you ungrateful—”
“Ungrateful? The powers you gave me were evil! What do I have to be grateful for?”
“If you won’t give them to me,” he said, “Then I’ll take them from you.”
Ladouche rushed at me and I shielded myself; there was a flash of white, and Ladouche’s flames extinguished. He lay on the ground, shaking his head.
“No,” he growled. “Why couldn’t I take them?”
My body glowed white, and my aura pulsed as if it had been a shield. I looked down at myself with fear.
“Your soul repelled me,” he stammered, pointing
