Aria's POV
The sigils around me flared. Pain exploded through my body again, and I cried out.
Noah tightened his grip on my hand. "Look at me."
I forced my eyes toward him.
"Stay with me, Aria."
My breathing became ragged. "I don't think I can do this."
His expression softened. "You can."
The ritual shook the room. The windows rattled violently, and the candles flickered wildly as the magic surged through the circle.
Lydia snarled. We can survive this.
I clung to her voice. The pain became almost unbearable. Tears slipped down my cheeks, but Noah didn't let go.
"That's it," he murmured. "Keep breathing."
I sucked in another breath. Then another. Slowly, the pressure began to fade. The glowing sigils dimmed one after another.
The witch finally lowered her hands. "It's done."
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