CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY TWO

I feel my knees turn weak, “What?”

“But you created the seal!” Damien snaps. “You should be able to break it!”

“Logically, yes,” the witch says, calmly. “But this seal is special. It draws its power through sacrifice of fate. Those spells are impossible to break.”

A shutter falls over Damien’s face, “What have you done?”

I look between the two feeling like I’m in the dark, “What does she mean? What do you mean by a sacrifice of fate?”

The witch studies me and for the first time, I see a glimmer of sympathy in her eyes for me, “I don’t think you want to know the answer to that.”

I push past Damien, “I do. What do you mean a sacrifice of fate?! Whose fate?!”

She looks at Damien before meeting my gaze, “The Righ is a powerful entity. You think it was easy for even somebody like me to be able to contain your powers? No. If I had used a normal spell, as strong as I might have tried to make it, it would have broken against your powers. I needed something stronger. Something that woul