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"Ew"

"-- the priest sent her soul to hell"

"To punish her And her father," I said, knowing how ht

"Very likely But obsession is a tricky thing Her faer the vibrant girl he remembered, the one he fell in love with, so for the first tiain and called out her na "What happened?"

"She woke up at hos, she came back… different He called her a berserker, most likely because she knehat he did to her and she screamed every tiue "But she becaift she’d received thanks to her tiht"

"Like psychic?"

"Indeed She went by many names, but you know her as Joan of Arc"

Astonishment sent a pulse of electricity over my skin

"Read the history books There’s a reason she refused to give out her real nahtened his shoulders and said, "Enough Let’s get on with it, shall we?"

He turned to give the box to one of his minions In that instant, Dead Guy appeared beside me and whispered into my ear "I’m sorry, sweetheart I have no choice but to leave you now"

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James turned back, took the pendant in both hands, pushed the latch on one side, then let it fall open in his palms It was about that time I lost all control over ain from across the roohtning strikes that burst from the pendant The ones that lit the entire warehouse, that branched out and crawled across the ceiling, leaving sparks and burn marks in their place I winced as a hot wind rushed overit to bubble and crack, the acidic sand peeling away at the reddened layers

And yet none of that concernedaway at my skin – that part I could handle It was the other part that hadover

James’s minions stepped back to a safe distance All but one Of course, he was the one with the knife

Jahted with the events "No huht, would ever have seen any of this! The priest could never have known the true power he’d held in the palhtning bursts and laughed "I never iined it would be like this"

Apparently the people inside the diony I didn’t just hear their screams I felt them I felt flesh rip and bones crunch I s wounds I tasted old blood and fresh bile This was not a place built to hold human souls These people were not sent there because of the choices they made while alive They were sent there because an asshole of the worst kind decreed it so

My hands gripped the chair so tight,at the quick The captives’ suffering sliced into s I had to get them out I had to set therowing dark at the edges