Chapter 36Nicolaj shut off the thoughts running rampant through his mind, refocusing his attention on the spell. Unfortunately the damage was done. He could feel the spell weakening, the magic he tried to craft slowly unraveling. Sweat started to breakout on his forehead and upper lip as he struggled to regain his magical footing, pulling the misdirected magic back into his area of control. Knowing nothing about the spirit that haunted the asylum, other than that it had eyes on his beloved, he was weary of letting the spell go awry. With his eyes closed, he spoke the Romanian words with conviction, feeling born by the emotions screaming through his system. He forced his thoughts, his willpower, on the spell. And yet still, a few nagging, stray streams broke through.
What if they hadn’t ar
