The Beast And The Blessed
I wasn't even sure if Agatha was still alive with how she hung limply, only held up by the bloodsuckers holding her chains.
"The famous Descendant. It is a great joy that she gets to die first." Lillian laughed, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Talia as she lifted the dagger in a dramatic show, wanting everyone to witness the moment she sent the Descendant back to the Goddess.
I stepped forward, dodging Tobias and ducking under Killian's arm as I shifted into my skin.
Talia lowered the blade, pressing it against my mother's throat, and I saw red. My hand lifted in her direction, and I could practically see the water in her body. I could feel the air going in and out of her lungs.