My fingers automatically flies to where I felt the sting seconds ago, a small bump forming between the curve of my neck and shoulder. I rub it frantically as if I am trying to rub its effects away. Itching now, I realise the sting means me no good as my vision slowly blurs and unconsciousness pulls me in its folds, wanting to give me the much needed reprieve from my fragile heart. My limbs feel heavy and to move my body, is a struggle. With all my effort I turn around and see Isis standing behind me. Behind her is Lysander, Titanium and Darius, all of them watching me with piercing eyes. All of them too happy to do Zackreigh's bidding. Although my body is failing me and I know Isis the cause of it, I cannot help but admire her cruel beauty as my legs give way and darkness enfolds me on so
