Chapter 59: Sorcery

I fought back on instinct, Leah with me, not to push the darkness away but to free myself from its grasp. And blinked in surprise when the dimness became translucent and my vision returned, if in a limited capacity.

Relax, Leah whispered. Still works.

That familiar trap spell, then. Someone was doing things old school, but not the drach Lorian. This was something else entirely, much more familiar to the power I still controlled. When I eased to my feet, Damon and Stella locked into position across from me, it was as if I slipped through the suffocating folds of the sorcery attacking, an inconsequential bit of nothing rising to the top of a churning sea of darkness.

I felt the edges of the spell holding me into the locket quiver as I held tight to Leah while I eased out to the edge of the wash of black and into full light again.

That's useful, she sent. Are they okay?