Meredith's breath instantly hitched in her throat as a heart wrenching pain shot through her. The pain held her in icy terror paralyzing her.
She couldn't move or even talk. The Fae King opened his eyes and held her head pressing his two thumb on her forehead where he had smeared the concoction.
His chanting increased as the pain increased.
The pain was so intense, so all-consuming, that she no longer knew where she was
It was like hot knives were piercing every inch of her skin, her head was surely going to burst with pain.
Meredith opened her mouth and choked out a pained cry, desperately trying to breath, to scream for him to stop.
Meredith's eyes scanned the crowd and she saw Atlas rushing towards her but Marcus pulled him away.
Meredith averted her gaze and looked at the ceiling. Distantly she heard herself screaming, more loudly than she had ever screamed in her life.
Meredith squeezed her eyes shut as tears rolled down her face.
