The Darkest Temptation
Once again, he stands, stalking past me and out the office door, as if I'm not on my knees by the will of his magic.
“Hey, Keo, can you drop the weird magic binds?” I call out, hearing him depart down the hallway.
Nothing.
I wiggle against the magic, trying to transport away, but my magic against his in a battle will never win.
At least half an hour passes before finally the magic drops, and I fall forward, my limbs aching. Groaning, I slowly stand, having to brace myself against the desk.
“Bastard," I mutter under my breath, although I can't help the smile that accompanies it.