“Death would save us all from you,” he murmured and fear raced through me, and I felt him feeding on it, drawing my magic away into his veins. “But that would mean your gifts would be wasted.” “Get away from me,” I hissed. “Would Mirelle see you dead or have you chained?” he mused to himself. Mirelle. As in Mirelle Brimtheon, The Matriarch. That woman’s name set a chime of dread echoing though my soul and Kaiser fed on that note of terror, drawing more of my power into his reserves. I wasn’t going to allow either of those things to happen to me, and as his possession dug deeper into my mind,
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