It starts with a strange tingling sensation in my face and quickly becomes prickly, like a hundred needles are poking into my skin. Reed’s put some sort of spel on me, and so I can’t speak. That’s good, I think. It will make it easier for me to keep from screaming out in agony. Beside me, I can sense Raine is struggling, too. I can hear her panting and gasping as the discomfort intensifies. Reed is practical y screaming now, his voice projecting and echoing out across the amphitheatre. I can’t understand a word he’s saying, but somehow each syl able is sending knives through my body. A sharp pain shoots up my leg, flares up my side, and then final y settles at my skul , where it blossoms into a headache that feels like a sledgehammer is being taken to the inside of my forehead. I want to puke. I want to get away. But I can’t. Raine starts jittering and dancing beside me, screaming with every spasm. I try to find something, anything, to focus on instead of the pain. I refuse to move around like Raine is doing.
