Chapter 39

Asher’s POV

This is all a disaster!

Everything is in shambles and I’m hating every second of it.

Myself and Aurora are living on borrowed time, courtesy of Nora’s magic. Sooner than later, the magic will wear off and we will be back to our dying beds. Unless there are no beds here. Just hard concrete ground surrounded by broken down machines, clouds of dust, cobwebs, rotten Spirogyra, and of course the overwhelming stench of blood and death.

Camille laid next to us, looking aghast and ashen. It was obvious there was no life left in her again. She had a light around her and the darkness of the supernatural world just snuffed it out. She didn’t deserve any of this and it is all on me for involving her in things she had no control over. She wasn’t powerful enough to combat with witches, green-eyed werewolves, and ancient grudge-filled vampires. This wasn’t her fight yet she got crossed in the fight. It is up to me to let h