Daria's POV.“Silas!” I called his name with the last of my vocal cords. “Grandfather, show up Please, show up!” I yelled.Maive had lit some candles on a windowsill, and they were now flickering, despite the stagnant air of the room. I didn’t have time to think about it. Harriet’s body lay limp off the bed, and her spine was bent in a manner it never should’ve been. In that moment, I heard Lucius’s voice break as he clutched Harriet’s ankle.“I know,” I said. I couldn't turn to face him. “Silas, return by blood and a binding spell!” I spoke softly.“Show up!” And then, there was movement. The storm that had been pulling my daughter apart was now less violent. Only, there was an eerie calmness to it. Instead of stopping entirely, the storm began to gather even greater violence for the next round. Again, Maive exhaled normally in the corner of the room. “Say it once again, child,” she said.“Silas!” I shouted once more, my vocal cords on fire, my knees pressed against the floorboards.
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