Chapter Twenty-Eight
Pain ripped through Morgan. The beam hit her, burning her flesh with each impact. Her flesh tore, but instead of blood leaking out, she felt power being leeched from her soul like a battery being drained.
Her hands were luminescent. The witch fire burned bright, but she couldn’t focus and aim it at anything with the beam constantly assaulting her.
She’d felt this pain before. She was reliving that nightmare. Only she was awake. When the Spear of Destiny had slashed through her skin and left her powerless. But she hadn’t been powerless all these months.
She had her mind. She had a family who loved her. She had a man who was prepared to give his life for hers. But instead of giving up his life, Arthur listened to her.
He caught her gaze when she looked at the vinega
