Chapter 27

"You can't die," Erela cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. The heat of her anguish didn't prevent Desmond's eyes from closing. "I need you." Words that didn't stop him from going limp.

No. No. No. Erela didn't realize she'd screamed it aloud until Logan grabbed her shoulders.

"He's dead, Adara. Let him go."

"No." Moaned long and with pain. She couldn't let Desmond go. Not when she could feel a spark in him still.

A spark of life. It just needed some help to stay lit.

I can coax it with magic. If only she didn't have these damned cuffs blocking her from the source.

She screamed, a mighty yell of frustration as she slammed the metal restraints together.

They shattered. Even the ones on her ankles.

As if releasing a tsunami held back, magic filled her, rushing in to fill the empty space, a turbulent rush of power.

Yet despite the euphoria, she felt the link between her and Desmond fading.