Chapter 240

I was falling. Tumbling. Flailing. Hurtling towards the ground so fast, watching the world grow and swell beneath me, seeing every terrible minute detail coming into focus with each agonising second. Lucius' face, usually so devoid of fear, always accepting of every nightmare that crossed his path, yet now with wide terror-filled eyes, as if suddenly, at the end of it all, he had finally realised what his fate really entailed. Drachmann, his twisted wrinkled face, looking so utterly inhuman that I wondered how he could ever pass for anything but the monster he really was. And Brandon, whose rage seemed so palpable, it was as if Vánagandr had already burst free from the human flesh that bound it and was now filling every inch of space with malevolent intent. Awareness had come too late. I'd been so lost. So consumed by a power I couldn't control that not once did I realise just how much that power was in control of me. I'd blindly followed a path rooted in my need to protect Lucius at a