Rosalind's heart was drumming against her chest so hard, she could barely hear the shouts and cheers of the surrounding people. She stared at Lucas, who seemed unaware of what was lying beneath the stage.
'Let it go,' once again the voice inside her head echoed. It was just as loud as her racing heart. She took a deep breath.
"There is another one on the stage," she whispered to Magda, who stood next to her. Magda was clearly prepared to catch her if she fainted and had been observing her actions and movements since they left that house.
"We needed to leave," Magda said.
"Not without him."
"He can handle himself."
"No," Rosalind shook her head. "Not with that amount of darkness." She recalled the Duke telling her that he could handle the dark curse coming from the weapon. However, this situation was entirely different. If that orb exploded, everyone here would be in contact with pure darkness.
