Desecrated

I’d seen bigger heating vents than the hole Nate fell through. Behemoths like me aren’t made for small spaces. Graceless, I forced myself below.

Nothing will erase the sight of Nate being ridden by a mud-encrusted thing. I’m sure he was ensorcelled to see a human woman. Magic poured from an amulet on her chest directly into the dark spot on his.

“All your saved up spells won’t help,” she purred, “but give it your best shot.”

Light show masking intention, I cleaned her clock with a single blow.

Nate lunged, feral. Lost.

I backed away, preparing. “God forgive me.”

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