Chapter 82

Tears of anger pooled into my eyes and began to stream down my face. She was taunting me, almost as if she enjoyed it, and I hated her with everything in my being. How could someone be so evil?

In the past, I may have threatened but when it came down to it, I’m not so sure I would really go through with it, but never had I wanted to kill another so much in my life.

My face warmed, then my whole body. A layer of sweat formed from the tension. She still held my wrists down tightly and she was freaking strong. But I was pissed off, and suddenly a woman scorned. I struggled against her hold and the restraints at my ankles calling upon all my strength to break myself free.

Fueled by complete rage, I screamed in pure anguish, something grown from anger, grief, and helplessness.

Zariah’s body was flung away from me like a ragdoll slamming against the wall and onto the floor with a satisfying thud.

I looked down at myself confused, unsure what kind of magic that was but I wouldn’