Shadows From the PastChapter 71
Tears streamed down Melinda's face as she pounded her fists against the glass. Each blow was weaker than the last, her arms like lead weights. Her mother lifted her head and gave her daughter a forlorn look. Melinda slammed her fists against the prison one last time and slid slowly to the ground, weeping. She heard slithering in the dark. A chill passed over her as tendrils of Dark power closed in. She did not bother to will herself back into her own body. If she retreated from her...