Hayle Coven Novels
I collapsed to my knees, gasping for air that wouldn't come, dying, knowing I was dying, my blood as hot as a sunrise and boiling in my veins.
Fear not, he sent as his magic retreated. The powder he used is rare, very difficult to come by. I'm surprised he had access to it. It seals off your contact with the elements and only works against witches. I heaved my lungs full, coughing into the dirt as he went on, feeling my body spasm over and over as the last of the powder's influence dissipated.
Not my best work, but we have little time for finesse. Now hurry, demon girl. We're right behind you.
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