“I have to willingly let you use my magic to perform a spell that will e*****e the human race and give supernaturals complete control of the world. Am I getting this right?” Sally tried not to fidget in her chair. She didn’t want to look nervous or scared, though she was flipping out inside because what other choice did she have? Alston would use Titus against her. She wouldn’t let Titus suffer, not even to save the world.
“You do what you have to do to stay well and come back to me,” Costin’s wolf rumbled in her mind.
She gave him a mental nod but continued to watch Alston.
“That is correct. The part I am still working on is whether I can store your magic. Or do I have to actually have you here for the spell?”
Okay, that did not sound good. Sally shifted and glanced back at the chair
