Dristan smiled wickedly, enjoying the cries from the Warlock. The fucking Warlock, what the hell were they doing to them, and why did they have members from the Guild inside the mansion? I watched as he too screamed with pain as the gold curled around him. I couldn’t tell if they were killing them, or if it was some sick and twisted type of torture.
Mathew moved into view as Savlian shoved him from the line, I knew him from around the Guild, but had no idea why Ryder would allow this to happen. I pushed back bile as he began to scream as the others had, begging for forgiveness and finding none. I watched his eyes roll back in his head as blood poured from his nose as the gold haze from the magic wielders’ hand touched him. I covered my mouth to stifle the cry that tried to rip from my throat. This wasn’t fucking happening, I stepped back and my foot crunched over the brush littered on the ground. I looked up and watched as the head of the hooded male came up.
"Oh shit," I whispered, covering my mouth with my hand. The hooded male turned his head, as if he'd heard me and looked right at me—with beautiful glowing golden eyes.
~~~~*~The End~~~~~*