#Chapter11

    Armarria stopped at a hotel to try and heal Savion’s wound herself. It was extremely hard for her to pick him up, even using her telekinesis she struggled to get him onto the bed. She hoped no one saw her but she couldn’t afford to think of that at the moment. She grabbed rubbing alcohol and bandages. In a panic, she ripped Savion’s shirt to clean his wounds.

Once she opened his shirt she saw a black tar in his veins. She gasped as the tar slowly spread up his body. With a quick dial, she grabbed Savion’s cell phone calling the only person she could think off.

“Shadow?”...