“Maybe.”
“Do it.”
The command in his tone almost makes me snap.
“I’m not your soldier anymore.”
“And I’m not ordering you as one.” His voice lowers. “I’m asking you as someone who understands magical mechanics. If you don’t suppress it, the ritual escalates.”
The room trembles.
One of the exterior walls cracks.
Not from impact.
From pressure.
“They’re not trying to break in,” Thorne whispers.
“They’re trying to break reality,” Morgan says.
The eclipse pulses again.
My skin burns.
Silver light tries to leak from my palms.
The baby inside me shifts—an instinctive reaction.
“No,” I whisper. “Not you. Stay still.”
The divine current answers my fear.
It surges.
And the eclipse brightens.
“Isla!” Kieran’s voice crackles through the comm. “You’re feeding it!”
“I know!”
I grit
