Entangled
The witch snapped her fingers and she burst into a plume of darkness that whooshed in the obscurity of the cave. Anastasia glanced at the dead Lila who stood as a guard. She wondered whether Lila could sense her movements or not. She felt like testing it out, but then she was too tired mentally and physically. She tipped her head back against the wall and rested, her heart uneasy. She closed her eyes to concentrate on her magic but it was so feeble that she barely felt it. Ileus had shackled her wings before she left Draoidh because he didn't want to expose her, but the way things turned up, she was unsure if she wanted them shackled anymore.