Of Fae and Hate

Alik jerks away and he and Soskia go tumbling to the ground.

Brynsyn’s body is coiled tightly, chest forward where the black blob seems to be stuck, trying to go through him. There’s a visible strain to Brynsyn’s body and I watch in shock as black streaks of veins take over his skin where the blob is still trying to pierce through him. “Don’t!” he shouts when Fox goes rushing toward him.

It looks like it hurts, but Fox stops in his tracks. “The book,” Brynsyn grits out again in my direction.

I crawl quickly across the ground, grabbing the book. My fingers dig into the deep leather, sparks shooting through my fingers. I grit my teeth against the pain, turning to ask Brynsyn what the hell I’m supposed to do with the book.

“No!” Brynsyn’s shout meets my ears before I can turn fully to look at him and I have no idea what’s going on.

I glance up in time to find the black blob flying full speed toward me. There’s nothing I or anyone else can do as it slams right into me.

A scream rips from my lips as white hot agony spreads through my body. It feels like every fiber of my being is being torn to shreds. I’m not convinced that my body isn’t alight with flames.

I can hear words and screams in the background but my vision has gone completely black and I can’t see a thing.

It’s hard to push air through my lungs, each one harder than the last.

“It’s killing her!” Alik shouts.

A hand grabs my wrist and I think it's Brynsyn because I hear him let out a grunt.

It's the last thing I hear before I die.