I lowered my gaze down to my trembling hands.
They were bloody, itching, unforgettable.
But it remembers everything we try to forget.
Even magic asks no one for permission.
It chooses...
It brands...
It binds...
Grhghrgh! The thunder clapped as a figure slumped and fell to the ground, my eyes wide with fear and shock.
Vincent...was dead
I remember blood, dark and red like secrets.
"Arghhhh!!" I remember Marcus' scream, raw, animal, final, the rain soaking his body.
I remember the last call that came that night...a voice that should have been dead.
"You'll never be free of me Maya."
But I buried it, sealed the lie.
But the claws of the past are catching up...help...