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“Tremors strike here when any soul feels pure and rises, newly cleansed, to start its climb. And that cry follows as the soul ascends.” ―Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
I took a step forward ready to release my vibrating power towards Bianca. Her well-manicured fingers were squeezing the boy’s neck and I was already picturing what I could do to her. She was going to kill him and I couldn’t just stand here. The Watcher glared at me and at the same time she released the boy, snapped her fingers, and Conrad’s son disappeared from the chamber.
I kept on breathing, tapping into my energy again and forcing myself to stay calm. The Watcher kept staring, and I wondered if he suspected something.
Matilda wouldn’t let Alexis anywhere near the antidote to her spell. I kept on breathing, tak
