#Chapter 134 – A Knife

I gasp, my shoulders trembling under the sheer weight of Death’s magic that flows over and around us, my shield barrier straining and buckling under its might. “June,” Anton breathes, eyes wide as he looks up at the magic streaming over us in an unending torrent. “Shit – are you –“ I crouch beside him, my hands still fisted in his shirt, and press my eyes shut, gritting my teeth for a moment – testing out my strength, seeing if I can hold. “I think,” I whisper, strained. “I think I can do it…” “You can do it,” Anton whispers. I open my eyes to look up at him and he puts his hands firm on my shoulders. “You have to do it, Junie.” My bottom lip shakes, just for a moment minute. Not at the strain of the magic anymore. But at him. My ghost, my handmaiden, my boyfriend. Calling me Junie. I…fucking love that he calls me Junie. I pin my strength to that, tying it close, anchoring it to his love and his confidence. Anton takes a deep breath, holding my gaze, slowly nodding. Utterl