Chapter 14
“Damn. I did not see any of that coming.” ~ Celise
The room pulsed with dark energy, each beat like a drum in her veins. Celise stepped to the next circle, the warlock within its confines still struggling against the invisible bindings of the blood-magic circle. The woman’s black robes were smeared with dirt and magic residue, her once-confident sneer now replaced with a mask of fear.
“You thought you were untouchable, didn’t you?” Celise drawled. She twirled the dagger lazily between her fingers as she moved closer, her steps measured and deliberate. The sound of her boots against the wooden floor was sharp and echoed in the tense silence of the room.
The warlock spat at Celise, and the glob of saliva landed near her boot. “You’re no better than me, sprite,” she hissed, he
