Thirty-Five

Demetri's P.O.V

My arm moved along the wall, feeling the water-like thickness in the air. Even with my hand in it, I could not feel myself or my powers. It was as if the spell had chained away my beast. Was this what it felt like to be mortal… to be human?

Is this weak form what Seraphina preferred?

Nothing was appealing about the way my body was forced to take in air, and my vessel was steadily decomposing with each passing second. It was a terrible inconvenience, and it was no wonder humans did not live as long as other creatures.

"You won't find it." The female voice behind me caused me to jump. I cursed myself for turning my back on the unknown witch. Without my beast, not only could I not hear as well as before, but I also couldn't sense anyone around me. Seraphina could have left, and unless I heard the door, I wouldn't know.

My eyes passed over the shopkeeper and immediately found Seraphina staring in disgust and awe at the skull of a Fae that was hanging from a small stand