Chapter 78

• I watched heavy-breathed as Aeneas casted a spell, and one by one the men started getting sucked into the bushes around the walls. Some were badly injured from Doyle and his force, and what was worst was that they weren't healing as fast as they were supposed to. Years of prison did this to them or the witch's evil witchcraft I couldn't tell.
• I wanted to help them. I needed to. The moon was getting darker little by little, and my desperation plummeted. Blood, gashes and growls, everything made me want to run. But the only way I'd go now was ahead, but with Aeneas guarding the entrance like the gates of hell I couldn't get through.
• My feet moved when Doyle advanced towards me. An Invisible barrier seemed to have appeared, because I stumbled over it and fell. Two black boots stepped on either side of my waist, making me whirl around and drag myself away from him.