MARIA
"What have you done?" Corey appeared in her line of vision, his voice filled with horror and accusation.
Maria couldn't get her mouth to move no matter how hard she tried. Her heart was racing in her chest, slamming against her ribcage. Her breaths were shallowing and her hands were shaking.
What had she done?
She'd recited the anti-mortality spell, hadn't she?
He couldn't be dead. No, something had to be wrong.
She stumbled a step forward just as Corey lurched forward and with narrowed eyes, watched for movement on Bran's chest. There were none.
Next, he put his fingers on his pulse and with the way all the blood drained from his expression and his eyes widened, Maria knew that there was no pulse either.
Bran was dead. She'd killed him.
She'd killed the
