“It will be,” Draco pronounced.
In a burst of speed, he grabbed the hilt of his sword and ripped it out of her.
“Stop!” Pops yelled, skidding to his knees beside her as she writhed, shrieking and screaming on the ground, blood pouring from the wound.
Black blood.
I’d barely managedto absorb that when he pushed another memory into me.
“Your pack is no more.”
“No!” Dad roared, lunging at Draco, his teeth gnashing, claws slashing.
He was out of control.
His rage and grief was so great.
“You will join me, boy,” Draco told him. “With their annihilation, I have severed your connection to this life, a life not meant for you. You will thank me for it soon enough, once I release you and you taste true power.”
I was pantingwhen I came out of it and back to reality, but he didn’t allow me breath, forcing another one on me instead.
Draco grabbed Pops’jaw painfully, forcing his attention back to him. “This is the punishment I promised you, which your sorceress saved you from last time.”
The flames tore through his flesh, melting it down to the bone and even beyond.
The flames of Hellfire!
He screamed out into the night and collapsed to his knees.
It started spreading everywhere.
I heard Papa and Gramps bellowing out from somewhere nearby as well.
“A painful death, indeed, magic-wielder. I warned you repeatedly. Now you suffer.”
“Stop!”I cried, as soon as that brutal one ended and I was back in the present. “I get it! You’ve made your point!”
“It seems that I have,” he said, stepping back.
I couldn’t hide it anymore.
I was reeling.
From the memories he’d shown me.
From these revelations.
From all of it.
I felt my power pulsing within me.
With nowhere to go, and trapped by the cuffs, it burned and churned violently, and I shuddered in the chair, trying to get a handle on it.
But despite my best efforts, it surged dangerously.
Painful sparks shot through me, all fucking over, much like being electrocuted over and over and over.
I screamed as my left wrist burned, feeling like it was searing down to the bone.