Chương 61: The Flame

Kiera's POV(Continued)

"You want the flame? You will have to get it over my dead body, you sick, demented traitor!" Whitlock snarled and rushed at him. Or he tried to. His one leg was very bad and the other was shaky. He could only manage to amble and even that took time.

The being atop the hill didn't even need to use magic to stop him. He closed the gap himself and held Whitlock's form over the hill. He was going to drop him!

"Any last words William? Before you are reunited with your whore of a mother?" The being asked, gloating lacing his voice. Whitlock groaned before crying out as he trashed. That being was doing something to him! "What? Where is it? The flame is not in you! where is it?" He bellowed, shaking Whitlock roughly as his calm composure deserted him.

Whitlock's deranged laughter rang out even as he groaned in pain.

His head snapped up suddenly and he locked eyes on the being. "You will never find it! Ever!" Whitlock sprang forward....and hugged him.