Page 100 of King of the Unsightly

Why wasn’t he moving?!

I cried out in agony and wrapped my arms around him, hoping to god he would open his eyes.

This was all a nightmare.

And I would wake up in my bed in a cold sweat knowing none of this was real.

But it was.

And I could feel all my rage and grief surge through me at once.

My magic cracked and hissed as it engulfed the cells and hall, spreading like wildfire.

I screamed as pangs of anger splintered within me.

All other emotions were swallowed by the violet light thrumming inside my chest.

As the discomfort settled down, I got to my feet and grabbed Lucien by the legs and struggled to drag him behind me. He was still limp on the cold ground as the violet waves lashed at everything around me except for him.

I couldn’t feel my soul any longer. My chest was hollowed out and emptied. All the pain twisted me into a broken marionette doll with only one emotion.

Rage, and it made mehungry.

Hungry for power. For revenge against all who tormented me.

For answers.

And somehow, I knew what I needed to do: get Lucien medical attention and find the creepy witch lady who warned me from the beginning.

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