22. Ripped Apart-2
Emilia lay on the floor, trying to make sense of everything. Maybe what she had seen wasn’t even real. Maybe it was only a horrible trick of the Hag's. Fear began to pull at her chest, not the terror of watching her family fight for their lives, something deeper. “Jacob!” Emilia leaped to her feet. He was close by. She could feel it. Had the Dragons found him, too? “Jacob! Where are you? Profindo! Manuvis!” Emilia shouted, sending spell after spell into the walls around her. “Jacob,” she tried to scream again, but there was no air left in her lungs. Emilia gasped, clawing at her throat. The pain started at her heart. A horrible ripping that would surely kill her. She clutched her chest, desperate to hold together whatever was being torn apart inside her, but her arms were too weak. She
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