Chapter 224: The Curse
Natalie~
Panic isn’t really my thing anymore—not since Jasmine showed up and reminded me who the hell I am. But the second Griffin hit the ground, limp and drenched in blood like a felled tree, my heart punched against my ribs, and panic shoved its way through the front door without knocking.
"Fox!" I yelled, dropping beside him so fast my knees burned. Griffin’s blood soaked straight through my jeans, warm and terrifying. My hands trembled, glowing with that soft, signature shimmer... but the magic? It wouldn’t flow. My thoughts were a wreck, and the power needed clarity, not chaos.
"Towels—water—anything—just move!"
"I got it," Fox called back, his voice tight—but weirdly calm. Too calm.
Then with a single snap of his fingers—
Poof. The blood vanished.
No sparks. No dramatic pulse of energy. Just... nothing. Like the mess had never existed.
Griffin’s skin, his shredded shirt, the pool beneath him—gone. Spotless. But he was still out cold, draped in Zane’s arms like a doll someone had dropped too hard.
I blinked. "Okay—how did I forget we can do that?"
Fox crouched next to me, his golden eyes fixed on Griffin’s face. "Yeah," he said dryly. "Why waste time panicking when we’ve literally got magic?"