The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

Blood-soaked

The world shifted and blurred as the teleportation spell took hold. In a breath, we went from the blood-soaked chaos of the ballroom to the dim, quiet interior of the hideout.

The transition was disorienting, even for someone like me who was used to bending the laws of nature with magic. But I couldn't let that slow me down.

As soon as we arrived, I guided Donte to the couch, my hands steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through me.

He was pale, his breathing laboured, but there was a stubbornness in his eyes that told me he wasn't about to give in. Not yet.

"Don't move," I ordered, my voice firm. I could see Marcel out of the corner of my eye, hovering close by, his face a mask of concern.

But he knew better than to interfere. This was something only I could do.

I took a step back, focusing on Donte as I prepared the spell. My hands hovered over his chest, and I could feel the magic inside me beginning to stir, responding to my will.

This wasn't just any healing spell; it had to be stronger, deeper.

The damage from the attack had gone beyond just physical wounds-it had disrupted the very energy within him.

Closing my eyes, I let the magic flow through me, drawing it up from the depths of my being. My eyes flickered white, the colour draining away as I channelled the power into my hands.

The room around us seemed to fade as I focused entirely on Donte, on the magic weaving itself through his body, mending what had been broken.

I could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, steady but weak, and I pushed the magic further, reinforcing his strength, healing the unseen wounds that threatened to pull him under.

My breathing grew heavier as the spell demanded more from me, but I didn't let up. I couldn't. Not until I was certain he was out of danger.

The air around us crackled with energy, and I could feel the magic pulsing through me faster and faster, like a current threatening to sweep me away.

But I held firm, guiding it, controlling it, until I felt the last threads of the spell fall into place.

Finally, I stepped back, the glow fading from my hands as my eyes returned to their normal colour.

My legs felt weak, my body exhausted from the effort, but I ignored it. All that mattered was Donte.

He looked up at me, his breathing easier now, his skin regaining some of its colour.

The worst of the damage had been undone, and I could see in his eyes that he knew it, too.

"Amara..." His voice was low, filled with something I couldn't quite name-gratitude, maybe, or something deeper.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay focused. "You're going to be okay," I said, more to reassure myself than him.

"But you need to rest. That spell took a lot out of you... and me."

He reached out, his hand brushing against mine, a silent thank you in his touch.

I squeezed his hand gently, relief washing over me now that the danger had passed.

But there was something else, too-a feeling I couldn't quite shake, something that had taken root during the fight, during the moment I had almost lost him.

Marcel stepped forward, breaking the silence. "We need to secure the perimeter, make sure there's no more danger," he said, his voice all business, but I could see the relief in his eyes as well.

I nodded, releasing Donte's hand as Marcel and I exchanged a look. We both knew this wasn't over.

The attack had been a warning, a sign that our enemies were getting bolder. But for now, all that mattered was that Donte was safe.

I turned back to Donte, who was watching me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Rest," I ordered again, my voice softer this time. "I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Thank you, Amara."

His words were simple, but the way he said them, the way he looked at me-it was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

I gave him a small smile before turning away, knowing I had to keep myself together, knowing that this was just the beginning of something much bigger.

As I walked out of the room with Marcel, I couldn't help but wonder what was happening between us.

Something had changed, something I wasn't sure either of us was ready to face.

But whatever it was, I knew one thing for certain: I would protect Donte, no matter the cost.