Wyatt POV
Misty was smart. Although, seeing her projection like that, a shimmering image of herself, and her body lying on the ground terrified me. It was a dangerous spell she had cast, but she was correct about having full control. My current fear was heightened by the drug coursing through my system, its effects distorting my senses.
Misty's hands moved against my skin gently as I lay in the bed, my whole body wracked with agony. "This isn't good, hold on for me," she said urgently before rushing out of the room. I must have lost consciousness, for it felt like she was gone only for a split second before her hands were back, rubbing a healing balm on me. She chanted an incantation, and whatever spell she used, the pain vanished fast, replaced by a tingling sensation coursing through
