Chapter 23
Fire burned through Maggie. She was not immune to her own magic. But with the pain came darkness. Her mother’s and father’s faces disappeared.
“No.” Maggie felt herself saying the word before the world reformed around her. “No!”
But she wasn’t at the old farmhouse anymore. Her parents were not there for her to save.
She stood in a hall with gray concrete walls. The Academy. Screams echoed down the corridors, and she knew before she moved what she would find.
Blood smeared on the walls and floor. Panic. Death.
Her feet carried her forward before she made the decision to move. A boy, Mark had been his name, lay dead on the floor. His stomach ripped open by claws.
Maggie took a shuddering breath. She couldn’t save him. She wouldn’t be able to save any of them. She could only
