Chapter Sixteen
The rain came down in light pats as the fire outside the chateau blazed. I watched from the window as Geraint stoked the flames, keeping them burning bright as the fire consumed Lady Merida’s body.
“He would’ve died if I hadn’t done it,” Gwin said.
“But it’s dark magic,” Arthur said.
Gwin shook her head. “I don’t believe magic has a light or dark side. That comes from the user.”
“He’s the one who’s dark,” growled Lance. “You should not have allowed him to violate you in such a way.”
The fire outside flared brighter behind Lance as though to punctuate his statement. As Gwin had said before we’d walked into a door and across a ley line, magic was the energy within us. That energy could transport a body across space and time. It could be imbued into objects directly by w
