Chapter One Hundred and Forty Four
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FOUR
As the magical chains fall from them, Isaac, Regan, and Jasper all take deep gasping breaths, as if they’d been struggling for air for a long, long time. Their limbs all seem to relax as well, as if they’d been straining against the chains this entire time.
The chains themselves disappear into a powdery white dust, which stays in chain shaped lines on the floor.
“Nobody touch that stuff,” Layla warns. Arnold immediately pulls out a paper envelope and little brush from one of his jacket pockets and begins to clean up the dust, collecting it into the paper envelope with tidy little sweeps of his brush.
“Thank you,” Isaac says, and the genuine sincerity in his voice is hard to miss. Regan bursts into tears, sobbing as she curls up against Isaac, clinging to him.