Morwenna’s POV
Leofric’s screams weren’t human anymore.
I stood frozen at the edge of the infirmary, hands gripping the stone doorframe hard enough that cracks etched beneath my fingers. The sound tore through the air like someone gutting time itself. He writhed on the cot, slick with sweat threaded in silver, muscles twitching and jerking like invisible hooks dragged him in different directions. His shirt had been ripped in half during the latest convulsion. The mark across his chest pulsed a violent red-black glow.
It was spreading.
Faster than before.
Deeper than before.
And I couldn’t stop it.
Sabine stood nearby, arms folded over her chest as if sheer tension could make her more solid, more capable. Her voice, when she finally spoke, sounded flat. “We need to sedate him. He’ll
