The fiery ache surged up from my gut, and I leaned forward with a snap, coughing blood onto the dirt floor.
A cacophony of sounds resonated in my mind—words I couldn’t grasp. One, however, cut through the noise like a dagger: death.
The tent, already too tight for two people, suddenly couldn’t hold a single breath of mine.
My lips moved. No sound came out, but the words looped in my mind like a chant I couldn’t silence. No. No. Not again.
I curled into myself, hugging my belly as the air thickened and my vision blurred.
“There, there…” A calm voice broke through the haze, a cool hand steadying me. “You’re not going to die from Sir Blert’s localizing spell, my lady,” Alice said, though it took a moment for her words to register. “The magic is seeping into your body. That is all.”
Even as her disturbingly calm tone pulled me back, I couldn’t stop trembling. The thought wouldn’t leave me. What if that fucker meant to kill me under the guise of helping?
My lips clenched, nails digging into the flesh of my skin, teeth gritted as I suffocated my screams.
“Stop repeating those thoughts, Lady Penelope,” Alice said softly, her fingers firm on my shoulder. “The pain will subside shortly.”
My lips parted, and this time the words escaped before I could stop them, my voice barely audible. “I’m going to kill him.”
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