Chapter Nine
Blood loss
The other warlocks started cheering for Idris. I panicked, wanting to use my magic against the warlocks who had been holding me back. Then the voice in my head spoke.
“What is going on? Is Idris all right? His thoughts are very strange, very chaotic.”
“Avianna, you’re no longer angry with me? He’s fighting with a vampire. He came forward, and I don’t know how to stop this,” I shouted, using my internal voice and staring as blood was pouring from Idris’s neck. He was struggling to remain on his feet and releasing his magic at the same time. Damn it, he couldn’t even defend himself.
“Ah, I’m not angry with you. Someone put a spell on him, and he’s scared, completely disoriented. I’m sorry, Fran, but I was asleep. This has never happened to me before, but I think
