Chapter 158

Maeve’s POV

Marcello’s chanting began to burrow into my mind, and suddenly a jagged pain split through my skull, stabbing at my very soul. I couldn’t stop the high-pitched shrieks ripping from my lips, but I clung to Marcello’s hands pressed against my temples. I didn’t want him to stop—I had to uncover whatever lay hidden inside me.

My screams crescendoed as blood trickled from my nostrils and the torment within me intensified.

“We have to stop. It’s not working,” Marcello’s voice echoed faintly through my agony, but I gripped his hands tighter.

“No—keep going!” I howled, feeling a fresh wave of burning in my chest.

He chanted on for a few more excruciating minutes before suddenly falling silent.