Then she was screaming, and she was suffocating, and she was dying. Necrovar was unraveling her—or she had unraveled herself by overtaxing her source.
Keriya was vaguely aware of Valerion roaring. The sound was muted in her ears, ears that were dribbling down her collapsing neck and shoulders. She tried to bend, reaching for the blade at her feet. It wouldn’t save her the way Sethildras once had, but she wanted something to hold in her final moments.
Necrovar caught her by the neck, lifting her with one hand. Coldness washed over her, spreading from where his flesh touched hers. She went numb. No burning, no agony. It was like being paralyzed again. Instinctively she reached for him. She was shocked when both her hands, fully formed, closed around his strong wrist.
She choked in surpris
