Seraphina had already decided what part I would play. I was supposed to claw at her hands and beg for a life I no longer wanted.
My body gave me one last burst of movement. I caught her wrist, closed my numb fingers around the vial, and pulled. Surprise loosened her grip.
I emptied the Soul-Rot poison into my mouth.
Corrosive fire tore through my throat and stomach. My sight went white. I coughed, and thick black blood struck the center of the circle on the floor.
The array had its catalyst.
Seraphina stared at the empty vial in my hand. She backed away so quickly that one silk slipper slid on the ice.
Power hit the iron door from outside. It tore free of its hinges and crashed into the cell.
Caspian entered first, followed by Dorian, Sylas, and Kaelen. The poison's magical signatur
