Chapter 134 – A Knife

• I gasp, my shoulders trembling under the sheer weight of Death’s magic that flows over and around us, my shield barrier straining and buckling under its might.
• “June,” Anton breathes, eyes wide as he looks up at the magic streaming over us in an unending torrent. “Shit – are you –“
• I crouch beside him, my hands still fisted in his shirt, and press my eyes shut, gritting my teeth for a moment – testing out my strength, seeing if I can hold. “I think,” I whisper, strained. “I think I can do it…”