Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 228

The dark magic sinks into my skin, my blood, my very soul. I can feel it there. The moment it crosses the threshold of my skin, something inside me twists in recognition. The rot doesn’t recoil from my soul; it clings to it. It feeds on it, and I can feel myself feeding back. The pain changes, no longer just agony but hunger, sharp and intoxicating, like something dark has finally found a home. My heart stutters, then pounds harder, faster, drunk on the poison flooding my veins. I can feel the corruption threading through my magic, staining it, whispering promises that scrape along the inside of my skull. Yes. More. Take it all. The wraith arches my back, no longer shrieking in rage but in delight. The sound that tears from it is wrong, high and thrilled, a predator scenting blood after starvation. Shadows coil tighter, caressing my spine, my ribs, my throat. I can feel my sanity fray at the edges, feel the line between grief and ecstasy blur until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. Then-

Cage inhales. It’s shallow, broken… but real. His chest rises under my hand, and the wraith screams again, ecstatic this time, reverent, as if we’ve performed a miracle meant only for monsters. I push myself to my feet slowly, the world tilting, power roaring through me like wildfire soaked in oil. My vision darkens at the edges, veins of shadow creeping into my sight. Cage is alive. And so is the darkness inside

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Emily Good

brilliant! can’t wait for more!

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