Chapter 3: Blood on The Dancefloor
Jules' pov
My hands shook uncontrollably and I tried to focus on the magic floating in my chest but I was too restless to even get a single grasp of the magic. I cursed over and over again underneath my breath, because this was all Father's fault.
After the little encounter I had had with him and his creepy friends, I had been able to stop my heart from racing or settling down. All that had been going through my mind was if I was indeed gonna be married off to one of those old men.
Thinking about it alone was enough to make bile build up in my throat.
After letting out a slow breath, I let my eyes fall close as I tried once again to focus on reaching for the magic inside me.
After about a minute of trying, I let out a stuttered breath a fear engulfed me on feeling father nudge at my mind link.
'What the hell are you doing?'
He demanded through the mind link and in that moment, I felt like breaking down in tears from frustration. He felt very pissed in my mind, and crippling fear engulfed me at the thought of what he was gonna do to me tonight, like he wasn't the reason I was currently unable to reach for my msgic. If he hasn't informed me about some dumb marriage, I wouldn't be struggling this much right now.
'Byrinth, you okay?' Anya asked as she carefully nudged my mind. I granted her access immediately because I was already feeling lost.