Page 1 of Cursed Heirs

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~Xavier~

A whirlwind of golden fury swirled all around.

I could barely see a thing through it with how blindingly bright it was.

Angel magic unleashed in all its glory.

Herglory.

Instinctively, I moved to get up, to assist—once I could see past it.

But the pain in my throat where Constantine had grabbed me pulled me up short.

It wasn’t just the red-raw sensation of somebody trying to choke me out futilely—I couldn’t be choked out. The only way to knock me out temporarily was to break my neck.

I’d wondered why he hadn’t gone that route.

It would have been easy enough for him to accomplish with his speed and strength that eclipsed mine.

And now I knew.

He’d purposely chosen to do it that way to do… whatever it was to me.

To just incapacitate me with this odd pain, a pain that, as these thoughts swirled around, started to spread through my body?

No. There were more effective ways to do that. Especially for somebody of his prowess.

What had he done to me?

What was happening?

I couldn’t worry about it now. I didn’t know what was going on beyond the blinding gold surrounding me entirely and preventing me from seeing—or even hearing clearly from the wildness akin to that of a tornado tearing around me—a fucking thing. All I did know was that I hadn’t seen Constantine fall. Ihadheard him screaming initially and he’d been forced to release me and Talon, but that was all.

He could attack again at any moment.

I fought past the odd pain and went to call my power, but as I flipped my palms down, nothing but sparks came into being.

I tried again and the same thing happened.

Had he muted my magic by infecting me with something when he’d touched me?

Damnation.The only things that could impact somebody’s magic in this way were celestial magic or black magic.

If that shit—the latter—was in my system…hell…I hated to think what it could do to me.

Especially with my struggle with the dark.

I forced myself forward, stumbling from the violence of the magical gold tornado.

The pain inundating me and tearing through my entire being all too quickly became too much, and then I was dropping to my knees and crying out against it.

Keep moving. Don’t let it win.

I ended up clawing at the rough ground to push onward.

Somehow, against all rhyme and reason, I managed to make it into a clearing.

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