Chapter Thirty-Six
Sorin stood behind her, watching her fill the hole with the fourth jar while she chanted her spell. Almost no undead had emerged this time. The ones that had appeared were frozen in their tracks long before they could get close. She was right. His help was no longer required. But he would come. Someone had actually tried to harm her this morning, and he still struggled to believe it. It unnerved him more than he was letting on. This magic they had between them. How sweet and wonderful it was… could it last? He felt like he was on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He was waiting for fate to laugh in his face. “You thought you could be happy? What a joke!” Sorin felt the ground ripple with power and was pleased to see her arms and hands were not harmed. But as soon as the dark
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