"You may not think I care, but I do." I couldn't even process his words, all I could see were his eyes and the emotion that was running through them. I hated that emotion and I hated that it was all pointed at me.
I wanted to get rid of it, I wante...
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Chapter 27.
I tried to calm myself as my head whirled, Gabriel had his hand wrapped around my forearm, keeping me standing and keeping me still as I watched Cecille up there on the podium.
Trying to wrap my head around the fact that Cecille had figured out that Skyla's magic had been given to her was making my head spin. The Seer had known for days and hadn't bothered to fill in the rest of us.
I couldn't focus on that now though, all I could focus on was getting her out of this alive so that I had time to scold her about keeping important things to herself.
One of Skyla's black guards moved to Cecille's side, gripping her arms and keeping her from doing any more damage – I highly doubted she could do anything worse that take the Onyx Queen's magic.
"We need to do something." I whispered to my friends that had gathered around me.
Skyla stood, "Bring back my magic." Her voice was chilling and sent a shiver down my spine. "So, help me child, I will rip your head from your shoulders with my bare hands if you do not bring it back."
Cecille shook her head, "Your magic will return but you will never have the power you had." The Seer spoke calmer and stronger than I had ever heard her speak, "Everyone in this room knows that you dealt in blood magic – they all know that you are merely a puppet for the witches. They do not fear you as they once did."
I shook my head, she was going to get herself killed if she kept talking to Skyla like that.
"Tell me Skyla," A voice from behind me spoke. Beauden. "Which witch granted you these powers? The Onyx witch is dead, my father saw to that." He pushed his way through the crowd, coming to stand by Cecille's side, his dark hair, clothes and hard voice made him every bit the king he believed himself to be.
Skyla pulled a face, "Your father was a fool."
Beau shook his head, "You are the fool." Darkness dripped from Beauden's hand, turning solid and into the shape of a dagger. He was ready for a fight.
Skyla laughed looking from Cecille to Beauden before she casted her eyes over the people who were watching in awe and silence. "My boy, I shaped you into the person you are today. Your father was a weak and proud man. He lived for the fame and wanted everyone to think that he was the most powerful Energin in all of history." Her golden eyes landed back on Beau, "He went on that trip and failed to even find the White-blood witch and didn't want people to know, so he lied – told everyone that he had killed her. He was a fool and a damn liar." Skyla's eyes went out to the crowd again and that was when it hit me.
