Chapter 95
Aaliyah
"Okay," I took a deep breath. "I can do this."
My hands trembled as I reached for the book, but I pulled back. The book was dangerous, and one wrong move could destroy me.
I felt my magic brewing inside me. I could die destroying this book, but that didn't matter. My survival didn't matter if it meant saving my son. If it meant I could kill those witches.
Exhaling sharply, I extended my hands toward the book and let my magic flow through me. The book sensed my magic, and a strong wind blew through the room. The pages flipped open, rustling at full speed. Whispers whistled through the room, carried by the wind.
I chanted under my breath, pushing my magic toward the book.
A force pulled against me, but I held my ground, clenching my hands into fists as I continued chanting.
All of a sudden, the ground began to vibrate. The walls cracked, and stones began to fall. I forced myself to keep going.
