Logan was the first to realize there was something wrong.
"Why is Adara twitching again?" He'd stopped bleeding the moment his mark to Adara was cut. Titus also bore no signs of his wound.
Yet his honey was hanging like some demon toy in the middle of the circle, thrashing as if it were happening all over again. Worse, the witch appeared concerned, her voice chanting, her arms waving. To no avail.
"I don't know," Titus grumbled. "By all accounts, the spell should be done."
"Should we help?" Indecision kept Logan still, especially since this concerned magic. One wrong move could make things worse.
The decision proved simple to make when the witch collapse on the floor, twitching and drooling.
"That can't be good," he remarked.