The Midnight Queen's POV
I gasped as my mind slammed back into my body. The stone floor felt cold against my hands as I pushed myself up, dark energy crackling around me. The possession spell had failed, but it hadn't been a total loss.
"I know your weaknesses now, daughter," I whispered, my voice raspy from disuse.
My chamber in the Black Peaks fortress stayed as I'd left it—obsidian walls reflecting the crimson glow of blood candles, ancient texts scattered across my worktable. The air smelled of burnt sage and iron.
A knock rang through the room.
"Enter," I ordered, straightening my spine despite the exhaustion pulling at my limbs.
Isa stepped inside, her dark clothes flowing around her like liquid shadow. The Black Moon Witch studied me with cunning eyes.
"The possession failed," she stated simply.
