Chapter 63

Sheila's point of view

My eyes pierced right through the soul of Lorenzo's deep magenta eyes, which burned brightly. I could hear his voice muttering chants in a language I had never heard before. He kept muttering coherently, his soft voice filtering into my ears, invading my mind, and echoing within the walls of my soul.

I groaned in pain. It was hurting, badly hurting. It was like a sharply pointed sword was pushing its way into the deepest, darkest cave of my soul. Lorenzo didn't stop chanting, his large hands cupping my face even tighter, as he forced his blazing gaze into mine.

I gripped the black stone in my hands as more pain punctured my chest, aligning with the burning heat on the lower side of my stomach. It was as if there was a merge deep within me, and my crystal blue eyes still stared into Lorenzo's. His voice and chanting had completely consumed my entire being.

I kept on wriggling in pain. My hand collapsed on Lorenzo's shirt, which I clutche