****THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS 18+ CONTENT. LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE. VIEWERS DISCRETION ADVISED****
The blood that pooled around Skye's hand expanded across the white marble floors. Jacob's heel had crushed all of the bones in her hand, but she refused to cry out. The feeling of her bones being mashed and ground was a new kind of pain, but still nothing compared to having her flesh being continuously cooked.
It was a faked laugh, but doing so had rattled him enough to make a mistake. Jacob had no magic, so he couldn't sense when Skye used hers. All he'd seen was her lift her hand before. It wasn't a necessary thing to do, the princess had simply found it easier to control her magic with her hands involved in the directionality.
