Blackfeather Woods the haunting

It reminded her of the strange arrangements of objects that Euron would assemble, whether it was pebbles or feathers or fragments of bone. This was much more macabre. Maegi stared from a distance for a long few moments, horror churning in her stomach. The scent of fresh blood was nauseating and—

She bent her head and vomited the remains of her last meal, gagging and spitting. The world felt as if it were spinning too fast, much too fast. The air was heavy.

Her eyes snapped up just in time to catch Abraxas charging toward Mou, and then she was moving, quickly as she could, hoping to stop the shadow before more carnage ensued. Stop! she cried out, trying to slip between the two of them in time. She'd bear the brunt of whatever came next; she just knew that her best friend, her beloved, could not be harmed.

Abraxas, stop! she snapped, flashing her gaze toward him—if there was time.