Darilus's POV
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Is her magic related to her blood? That could be the case.
Eventually, it is Bifta who stops me. She presses the crossbow to my neck, waking me up from the blur of the moment as though a haze just cleared out in front of me. “I’m sorry Your Eminence. But you need to stop. We can’t afford to lose the witch now. It is better to preserve her blood in the long run.”
She is right. Perhaps the blood gives me strength, but I easily push down the demon to the deepest recess of my mind, forcing it to just observe like it used to force me in our wolf form. Then I look at the witch.
I will always remember the way she looks at me when I withdraw my teeth and mouth. She looks relieved.
Why? Isn’t she the almighty White Witch? Something is amiss. I can taste it in the air.
I will
