s face a mask of cold fury. He wasn't alone. Two sect guards flanked him, their hands on the hilts of their swords. Lyra was be

e shock. Because of what you did!" His accusation hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Elder Maeve stepped in front of me protectively.

as going to force me. He was going to make me give my energy to the very woman who was orchestrating my downfal

e hilt onto a rune on the floor, activating the chamber's containment array. A cage of shimmering blue energy erupted around me, trapping me. It was a sword formation, designed to immo

. It was a violation, a forced sacrifice for my own enemy. I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain and the humiliation. I looked at Lyra. Th

doubled. The line of energy pulling from me grew thicker, brighter. The pain became unbearable, a searing fire inside my veins. He was ripping the life force out of me to save her. I saw the Elders cry out my name, their faces filled with ho