Chapter 22
“For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.” ― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
My head pounded, I felt like my veins were going to explode at any second. The magic riddled through me, zooming around the humans inside the room, burning the surface of my skin. The strong wind nearly knocked me off my feet. There wasn’t any good way out of this situation. I waved my hand, hoping to release pressure in my skull, but instead I accidentally resumed the time again. Either way the blood would have been spilled. Zach was determined to hurt Arthur. Suddenly I wasn’t controlling anyone in the room.
Zach’s fist landed on Arthur’s mouth before I could do anything and the prince went down, slamming his back over the wooden floor. One of the old ladies screamed when Arthur started to
