Chapter 78: Torment

"Magnus Kendall?" Ayla stared, stunned, disbelief flooding her eyes. "It's me. Don't be afraid." Seeing how pale she had gone, Magnus felt a sharp ache twist in his chest. On any other day she shone-self-assured and radiant, lighting up every room whether she was moving or standing still. Yet here she was, trembling and cornered, swallowed by fear. He could only imagine the terror she had just endured. Thank heaven he hadn't come too late. He gently pried the shard of glass from her hand, then...