Chapter 242

I opened the case, removed the metal tube from the spongey interior, and slid it over. Icy hooks dug into my chest, but I batted the fear away. My powers were suppressed. I wouldn't be able to sense the angel magic until Avi was neutralized. I had time.

Isaac's face lit up with reverential awe. He removed the scrolls and pressed them together.

Nothing happened.

For Isaac.

In the world's most unfair twist, the Sefer's magic - and my ability to sense it - defied Avi's nulling.

I fell to my knees, my body clenching in yearning, trying not to belly crawl towards the hot gritty scent of a sandstorm that filled every inch of me. This wasn't just a craving, the magic owned me.

Isaac whirled on me. "Make it do something!"

"Like what?" I scraped my fingernails against the cold tiles, my mouth salivating since I had neither the amulet nor Rafael to help me. "I've never had all the scrolls."

Isaac shook the Sefer pieces. "Tell me or I'll kill your mother."