Chapter 9Calling Drew into this without any kind of warning could kill him. I kept moving with my head down. Lifting my chin seemed like it would melt my eyeballs, and that sounded bad. As I wriggled closer, the flesh on my fingers blistered. Every inch of my face screamed with agony. At least my jacket, as a magical construct with an enchanted aura, remained intact.
I forgot what cold felt like. Bubbles formed on my fingers. They popped. Blood inside sizzled in the air. Every breath scorched my lungs with the stench of copper and sulfur. Strands of my hair danced free of its ponytail, shriveling from the ends to my scalp.
My elbow hit the ground, I pushed with my knee, and I lurched another inch forward. I would not give up. Drew’s power surged around me, protecting me from the worst of
