Chapter 66
Aaliyah
It's midnight, and the guard was slowly dying. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead as he lay on the couch, struggling to breathe. I had tried everything I could, yet magic wasn't working on him.
Running my hands through my hair, I knew the guard wouldn't survive, but I was too afraid to see him die. Tristan arrived just in time and stepped forward.
"I received your call," he said.
"Yes."
"Let me relieve him of this pain," Tristan said. "He won't survive this."
I stepped in front of Tristan, holding one of my mother's grimoires.
"You are not going to kill him just because he's suffering," I said. "I will find a way to reverse the spell on him."
"What spell?" Tristan scoffed. "He's a human now. He's as good as dead."
"I'm sure there could be some spells here that I could use to reverse the one cast on him," I said, scrolling through the pages.
