Elora POV
Running down the corridor I can hear them arguing before they abruptly stop. Tears burn my eyes as they spill over.
“Elora stop,” Silas’s angry voice bellows down the hall. I keep running toward my old room when suddenly, I feel myself ripped back by my waist. Silas’s arm wraps around me as he starts dragging back down the hall. He places me on the desk, his strong grip holding me in place, he picks up my magic and shoves it in my hand. Before handing me my mother’s necklace. At first, I thought he was giving it back to me, choosing me over the curse.
“Transfer it, now I am not walking around with it in that,” he states, eyeing the dildo like it was a poisonous snake.
“No,” I tell him, shaking my head.
“Now. I won’t ask again, Elora. Your childish games need to stop,” he
