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I frowned.

His strategy should have been her first thought too.

She seemed distracted.

What was going on?

Before I could get into it, Abigail took off in a cloud of teleportation.

And then Elliot was rushing over to his son, to comfort him and see to him before this hell of a battle got underway.

Before hell hit Electi Academy.

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~Saryan Hart~

I came to, light beginning to filter in to what had previously just been a peaceful, unmoving darkness.

The first thing I saw was the last thing I’d expected.

Bright-white hair. That golden robe.

Abigail Rose sat on the edge of my bed staring back at me as I woke from my long slumber.

I blinked, trying to adjust to consciousness again.

She wouldn’t have woken me unless she’d succeeded with her vow to me.

“What’s… you actually found a cure? I didn’t truly believe it was possible.”

“It was always possible. It just needed to be the right time for the price to be paid.”

“Price?” I asked, pushing myself up against the headboard.

It was then that I realized I felt different.

I was weary, yes, but there wasn’t that unbearable strain anymore. I could no longer feel that awful disease rotting me from the inside out.

That weight of it was gone.

The black magic sickness had left me.

She really had cured me.

“Abigail, how did—”

She laid her hand on mine.

And that was when I saw the brutal truth.

Black veins covered the back of her hand.

Not just there either.

They were all over both her forearms which were visible with the sleeves of her robe currently rolled up. They’d even spread over her neck and her face.

“You didn’t. Tell me you didn’t, thatthiswasn’t the cure you’d had in mind when you made that vow to me and my son.”

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