Chapter 44 – David's POV
"It's too late," Amara says with an icily calm tone, her hand holding onto Serafine as the magic swirled on Abigail.
I watch, tense, from afar as Serafine struggles against the hold Amara has on her, her eyes wild with panic. My instincts scream at me to intervene, yet something holds me in place.
The air is thick with the weight of Amara's power. Even from where I am standing, I can feel the dark magic pulsating from her-a cold reminder that this was not a woman one underestimated.
Abigail's wails shred through the night, and I felt the earthquake beneath my feet. Her small body convulses, caught in a maelstrom of uncontrollable magic.
A storm building and ready to blow at any moment. I see Serafine's fear. I feel it, too.
"We have to do something," I mutte
