chapter 25(2)

Marabella jumps in my arms when I hear the pop sound of his skull against the pavement. Yet she still digs her hands in using both, and his brains spill out of his ears before she pounds into him, obliterating what is left. She keeps screaming, “don’t touch her.” She freezes suddenly, shaking her head, and the black mist comes away like she is shaking off the dust. “And that?” I ask him. Seeing the demonic mist spill into the air around her, evaporating. “It can’t be,” Kaif whispers. “What is it? It feels like-” “Like ours,” he states what I am thinking but praying he won’t say. “That’s not possible, though,” I tell him. “No, it’s not. That magic comes from your bloodline and only yours; you are all that’s left that shares that magic,” he mutters. It’s clear we’re both bloody confused. I wave my hand, banishing my magic and settling back into the present. Marabella shakes in my arms. Her entire body trembles violently, almost like she is seizing. “I got you, you’re okay. I can make it