Book 15: The Binding Spell

Blake

I slowly place my fingertips against Dean’s forehead as he writhes, spasming as… his mind is torn to absolute shreds. It’s sloppy. Untrained. Memories sprint toward my powers, blooming into images that make my blood boil. Him hurting Marianna over and over again. The memories split and shatter before my eyes, but it’s not my doing.

I pull out of his mind and rise, my eyes on the two women standing shellshocked at the top of the stairs.

“Go to them. Go!” Soren barks, pinning an increasingly frantic Dean to the ground. I catch Soren’s gaze, and he nods, a silent comradery expanding in the space between us. He’s not going to let this man get back to his feet.

I’m at the top of the stairs in an instant. Marianna is kneeling at Skye’s side, begging her to wake up, to stop, but Marianna’s words are slurred as blood drips from her swollen, split lips. Bruises fan over her cheekbones and both eyes, and her nose is definitely broken. I grip the