Chapter 115

“Felt...” the words died on her lips when a harsh burn scorched down her back. The tattoo there burnt fiercely like a fire razing down and entire forest. She wanted to scream but the only sound that parted her lips was a struggled cry. It hurt, worse than it did the first time she felt it. She felt Samson’s arms tighten around her, holding her stiffened body upright.

When it was finally over, she fell into his embrace, her body still buzzing with the painful sensation.

“How...?” she choked out.

Samson carried her to the couch and sat down, cradling her against his chest. “Merilee is alive.”

Merilee? She wanted to ask which one but it was obvious. The only time she felt her magick part from her with such excruciating pain was the night Martha came into her powers.

If she was not wrong, Merilee was a few months shy of nineteen... wasn’t this happening late?

She shook her head to clear her hazy mi