Holly
The furniture was ripped and torn in places. Holly’s heart gave a leap when she saw Salix on the couch with his arms and legs bound with black duct tape. He wasn’t moving. Her stomach lurched and her hands tingled. “Oh, please don’t be dead.”
“What is this, May?” Amara shouted. Static electricity crackled in the air around May. Her aura buzzed with dark, nauseating energy. Her wild eyes flitted between Holly and Amara; their usual wisdom and warmth had been replaced with burning anger. Her expression was one of disgust.
“What do you think it is? The young witch has proven to be quite the powerful blood mage. There are many who would pay well to control such. . . abilities.”
Amara’s stance stiffened. “She’s been possessed, Holly. We need to get out of here now.”
Holly looked a
