It hurts!
A searing, bone-deep agony, as if countless red-hot steel needles were being driven into his flesh between the bones, then twisted and yanked out. Even his soul shuddered with the pain.
Lu Yanchen wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt welded shut. His head was ringing with the roar of his out-of-control witch power, along with... two voices he'd once carved into his bones, but that now cut sharper than knives.
"Yanchen, I'm sorry."
It was Su Li, the woman he'd loved for a full ten years. From an innocent girl in Qingshi Town to the mistress of his Northern Border Witch Tower, he'd sworn to protect her for life and lay the finest things in the world at her feet. But now, all the tenderness in her voice was false. Only icy resolve remained, like poisoned shards of ice striking his heart.
