Theodore’s POV
In one breath, the love of my life laying still in the grass let out a gut-wrenching scream and the High Priestess dropped to her knees. I lunged for my wife but was thrown back by an invisible force. When I pulled myself upright, the High Priestess had a hand outstretched, clearly using magic to hold me back.
Won’t harm her, my ass.
I had barely decided to lunge for the High Priestess next when she looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes wild like I had never seen them. Her tell-tale calmness was nowhere to be found, her expression simultaneously commanding and pleading. “Trust me,” she beseeched.
Then her gaze became unfocused as she repeated the words. “Trust me.” She repeated them in the magic language, over and over, like a chant. I realized the words were inten
