Levina nodded weakly, completely giving in. It didn't matter how much she struggled; she knew she couldn't overpower him. She had only one option, but she could not resort to sorcery, not until it was necessary. She felt Zarek press his lips against the hollow of her neck. She could perceive his musky scent mixed with the aroma of wine. He had been drinking, but he was clearly not drunk.
Levina was about to make another attempt at breaking free when she felt an external force. A rush ran through her body, followed by goosebumps, and before she could react, she felt Zarek's body go limp, falling against her. She tried pushing him away, but he fell to the ground with a thud.
Levina's heart raced; was he dead? If he was, people would assume she was the culprit, and she was certain she did not do it. Someone had used a spell on him; she had felt it moments before he went limp and collapsed into her. But who could it be?
