Aoife was overcome with a sense of peace as soon as she locked eyes with Ximena. She could practically feel the remnants of her ancient magick rippling from her, reaching for her as though they were old friends.
"We don't have much time," Aoife whispered, "Do you know how Narcissa is binding your magick?"
Ximena snorted and held her wrists up before her.
"The oldest trick in the book, iron cuffs." She smiled wryly, "But Narcissa being Narcissa, had to take it one step further." She continued as she turned her wrists to show the bolts that ran straight through the flesh of her wrists.
Aoife gasped as she reached forward, grasping onto the iron cuffs and inspecting the horrific contraption.
"Interesting that you can touch iron, young one," Ximena said slowly as she peered at
