“You knew him for a week.”
Mareth freezes like she’s been struck.
Wil regrets immediately. It was cruel to say and he opens his mouth, he only—
Invisible force pushes him into the concrete wall, makes all his bones rattle.
“You have no idea.”
Her teeth are bared, eyes black, must be the light—
Another strike. His lungs burn.
“He was here-” she growls, hand on heart, “-now, nothing.” The word makes Wil’s skin crawl.
Breathless, Wil wonders if she’ll break something in him next.
“Leave.” Mareth retreats instead.
Wil flees the room, confused, powerless before her magic and sorrow.