Chapter 65

• Sheila's point of view
• My eyes pierced right through the soul of Lorenzo's deep magenta eyes, which burned brightly. I could hear his voice muttering chants in a language I had never heard before. He kept muttering coherently, his soft voice filtering into my ears, invading my mind, and echoing within the walls of my soul.
• I groaned in pain. It was hurting, badly hurting. It was like a sharply pointed sword was pushing its way into the deepest, darkest cave of my soul. Lorenzo didn't stop chanting, his large hands cupping my face even tighter, as he forced his blazing gaze into mine.