Kaelen'S POV
The enchantress approached on silent footsteps. All I could do was glare up at her. What was her game now? Why was she here? To gloat over one of our souls already being lost?
“Lysander Ives.”
She asked.
“I had to go all the way to the Underworld to retrieve this.”
She knelt in the soggy grass at his head and reached for him.
“Don’t touch him,” I said, apparently able to speak when what I really wanted to do was shove her away. She was so close I could feel the heat from her body.
“Hush, you.”
Leaning forward, she opened Lysander’s mouth, and I thought she was going to kiss him. What kind of creepy—? Instead, she hovered over him, and a blinding ball of light floated from her mouth and into his. It disappeared down his throat. With a grin, the enchantress stood an
