Dravin turns and glares at me. The throbbing in my head intensifies. I cry out as the pain gets worse. Images don’t flash across my mind like they used to, thankfully. “The sooner you tell me, the sooner this will all be over with.” I’ve never heard of an enchantment being put on a person, but it would explain why no one has been able to find any of them.
“I didn’t know it was possible to put an enchantment on a person,” I say through the pain. Dravin tenses as I say exactly what he was thinking. Is she lying? I can’t tell. He huffs and slaps me across the face one more time. I can definitely feel that one which means the dormirako is starting to wear off.
Dravin clasps his hands on either side of my neck, cutting off my oxygen supply. Waiting until he knows that I’m about to pass out, he says, “I’ll be back. You better be more willing to cooperate then.” Releasing me, he storms out of the cell and slams the door. I instantly start wheezing as my lungs try to get more oxygen.
Water, I need you. I call my magic into my limbs. If I can get these bindings wet enough, I should be able to slip my hands out. More. I rip my right arm out of the bindings and untie the one on my left arm. With my arms free I reach down for my left arm and rip the needle supplying the dormirako out. Holy mother of all things holy, that hurt. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. I cringe as blood starts dripping out of the puncture wound.
Ignoring the pain, I bend down and untie my legs. When free, I run over to the door: locked. Shoot, so much for getting out of here on my own. I’m still pretty tired. I back up and open my mouth to call for Travis, when the cell door opens again. Dravin walks into the room and glares at me when he sees that I’m out of the chair. I instantly throw up a shield around me. The doctor that took my blood walks into the room after Dravin. When he sees me standing, he gives me a small smile. What is going on?
“That’s a clever little trick you learned there,” Dravin says as he walks toward me. “Once that dormirako wears off, you’ll fully feel the pain from the accident. You won’t be able to stand there, dear. That head injury of yours is more serious than you think.” My head is already throbbing, so I don’t doubt that. The ringing is starting to return to my ears.
Magic, I need you again. I feel the familiar vibrations of my magic coming to me. I push it toward my hands and envision lightning streaming out. Not just bolts, but a stream of electrical energy. Dravin’s eyes narrow as he tries to use his power on me. I can feel his magic trying to penetrate my shield, but it remains intact. When his face returns to his usual mixture of anger and boredom, I drop the shield and shoot the magic toward him and the doctor. They both yell as the magic hits them. I keep my hands up as I move toward the door. When I push more magic out, they scream and both fall to the ground. I stop the flow of magic in my left hand and keep the right flowing strong. When I make it to the door, I stop the onslaught of magic and open it.
“Don’t let her get away! Grab your daughter!” Dravin yells, but I’m already out of the room. I stop running. Daughter?
I gasp and fall to the ground as the pain in my body worsens. The dormirako is definitely wearing off. I can hear shuffling in my cell. Someone is trying to get up.
“Travis Howick,” I wheeze as the room starts spinning. I can’t focus on anything. “Travis Howick,” I try again, but it comes out quieter than the first time. The ringing is back. Everything aches. I prop myself up on my elbows and try to move down the hall, but have no luck. I can’t move at all.
A pair of arms lifts me off the ground and cradles me against a chest. I try to fight, but my body won’t have it. The pain makes it impossible to move. I start whimpering as my body begins to shake.
“You’re going to be okay,” someone whispers to me. I close my eyes and shut out my surroundings. I’d let Dravin have my magic if he could make the pain stop.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Colton
Logan gasps as the bone in his leg sets back into place. What would usually take a few minutes to heal has taken Logan almost an hour to accomplish. “I’ll never get used to that feeling,” he mumbles. He’s starting to look a little better. Bragden is resting against the wall. The whole left side of him is bruised and bloodied. Emma and Natalie just picked out all of the glass shards that were embedded in his skin. They turned off all their squeamish tendencies when someone needed their help. I’m pretty impressed.
Larkin is sitting in the chair, resting his head in his hand. With his elbow propped against the table, he’s trying not to wince as he moves. Kyril and Conner look okay. I think they are more shaken up than anything.