Jerrick had long avoided the one-eyed seer. Even if he saw her, he had a way to handle her but this time, she felt so powerful. By gripping his heart where it would hurt, she managed to make him falter.
He clenched his fists, trying to steel himself against the wave of dark emotions surging within him kindled by the darkness emitting from the woman. He had faced countless dangers, and fought battles that would break lesser men, but this was different.
This was a battle within his own soul, a fight against the one thing he couldn't control: his feelings for Jessamyn.
He was losing. Standing alone, the oppressive weight of her dark presence caused him dread. Lacking a light, he was crumbling.
Is this the end? Am I getting imprisoned in my mind and lost in my dreams forever?
