Chapter Sixteen
Macey clutched her hands against her head, covering her ears and trying to stop the ringing sound that was all she could focus on. Opening her mouth to scream, the only thing that seemed to happen was her throat becoming drier and less like it could support her voice.
Pins and needles spread throughout her body, making her skin itch. She wanted to rip it from her body. Shred every last scrap from her bones. Maybe then she'd be able to stop some of the intense pressure that was building within her. The darkness didn't help. She couldn't see anything, and from the lack of hands holding hers, she was alone now. Without the other Wardens, she was nothing. Without Rónán and Luc, she was nothing.
They were her rocks. Her reason to still be doing this. Without them, she'd have
