Chapter 155

Myra chuckled. It wasn't the happy kind. It was filled with anger that did not show on her face.

“Fine…if that's what you want. Then you shall get it.”

Myra gestured to the others. They produced ropes that glowed with sickly green light, binding my mother's wrists to the chair arms, her ankles to the chair legs. The moment the ropes touched her skin, she gasped in pain.

"Binding magic," Myra expl