[ELARA]
“It’ll never stop bleeding,” Morgana repeats slowly, enunciating every word with a movement of her lips that seems to be casting a charm in itself. She gets to her feet and walks to me, swaying her hips as she tucks her black hair behind her ear.
She appears cunningly beautiful for the first time.
All this time I believed her to be mature—a woman who knew how to hide her intelligence. But now, in this moment, she shows a side of her that’s terrifyingly mesmerizing.
When she stops, she’s just a few inches away, towering over me. I sense the unspoken challenge she presents.
‘How dare you try to stop me?’ she seems to scream silently at me. ‘How dare you keep me from getting what I want?’
“You feel powerful only because Magnus lets you use your power,” I tell her, holding m
