Draven's POVI could not breathe. Morgana's fingers were closing around my windpipe like steel rings, gradually cracking it into powdered bone. I struggled against her grip, but she didn't even react. Just smiled with those awful black eyes while Malachai’s voice purred out of her mouth.Basically, this is not the opponent I was prepping for. Morgana alone had been dangerous. Malachai, in his very own body would have been bad enough, but not unsurprising. The combination was unlike anything else. She possessed all her magical knowledge, all those years of brooding over dark rituals, added to his ancient might and ice-cold intelligence.She hurled both of us across the chamber as if we were dolls. I smacked hard into a pillar, it went crack and I dropped to the ground with a gasping breath. My ribs screamed in protest. Cassian was already heaving himself to his feet beside me, blood dripping from a gash on his forehead.Morgana-Malachai strolled forward, savoring our agony. My fighters
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