Cara opened her eyes.

It wasn’t until she moved her body that she felt the pain, that she remembered.

Wynn’s tonic the night before had knocked her out, but sweet sleep was over now.

Her back screamed from the slashes produced by Chad’s whip. He had them all possessed, but one couldn’t feel pain like this and stay under such submission.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she understood that the pain enabled her to think, to focus. It was a way out.

She cried out as she tried to sit up, tears streaming down her perfect, pale face. She pushed up onto her hands and knees, then fell back down, unable to do it on her own.

You can break his spell.

Her thoughts were only clear as she tried desperately to move her body, to position herself in such a way that the burning would be less.

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It was then that Wynn knelt down before her and produced a gift so valuable, so impossible, that she dared not believe it. He held out a small vial of Light, liquid magic that every Lucent toiled to collect for Chad.

“Take it, child,” he said.

You must get out, she thought. Don’t fail.

The Light would heal her.

Don’t take it.

She held her breath and pushed up until, at last, she stood.

Her body shook.

She wiped her tears with the sleeves of her tattered robes, then took a couple of tentative steps, trying to manage the pain on her own.

Think.

They could rise up. She could lead them.

Don’t let go.

But as she walked out of the barracks and felt the distraction of a cool wind on her face, Chad’s possession came over her once again, a warm blanket.

And all her plans went dark.

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