I screamed as it pushed, burned, and tore through my hand, melting into the stone beneath me. I tried to move my fingers but I couldn’t feel them. I couldn’t feel anything but the pain.
I screamed and screamed and screamed. The pain was all I could think of. I felt like I didn’t have enough air in my lungs. He moved like a shadow around the altar, still chanting, though the tone had turned almost cheerful. I turned my head trying to avoid the next one, but there wasn’t time. I had no strength. I felt like all of my strength had been taken from me.
I smelled more burning flesh and realized that the stone glinted in the moonlight.
It was laced with silver. My stomach lurched with fear. Raven wasn’t affected by silver. Why was I being affected now?
He pressed his hand against my forear
