Even my blood uncle, Mykel, could not claim the same. He protected me, loved me, and had been there for me growing up. But only one held my focus, tapped on my grief and fear. I could feel their souls cry, confused and scared in death. The small underground base was now in ruins, with dozens and dozens of other corpses scattered around. His dead body lay crushed under the wreckage, his blood smearing over the rubble. My emotions were the only things swimming up to the surface, directing my focus to Uncle Andris. Stumbling as if I was a newborn, I had no understanding of how to control it or what it did. It was so familiar, marking my bones, but at the same time so foreign, like a twin I never knew about and just met for the first time. It was overzealous and eager to be let free. The nectar had been waiting years to be united with me again. Piercing me so deeply, my insides twisted as if they were burning into ashes. The nectar pulsed in my real hand while my shadow hand rested over my uncle’s chest miles away through Scorpion’s link. It crackled in my ears, and screams of agony echoed in the night with the ringing of the midnight bell. Lightning fractured the sky, rolling and spearing my body with electricity. The slight sweetness of magic seared up my nose, the taste of decay coating my tongue while life shot through my veins, leaving charred marks in its wake. Bad Lands – Savage Lands Book 4 By Stacey Marie Brown Introduction Excerpt.
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