Kiera's P.O.V.
The Magi’s whisper seemed to echo in the trembling chamber, chilling me to the bone. The child is awakening.
Damian’s grip tightened on me as another jolt of energy radiated from my stomach, making the room shudder. My vision blurred, and a strangled cry escaped me as the power within surged again, wild and untamed.
“Breathe, Kiera,” Damian urged, his voice steady despite the panic I could feel thrumming in him. He was always my anchor, my calm in the storm, but even he couldn’t mask the fear behind his golden eyes.
The Magi stepped closer, her silver eyes now glowing fiercely. “This isn’t supposed to happen yet,” she muttered, her hands glowing faintly as she reached for me. “Stay still, both of you. I’ll try to stabilize it.”
But I couldn’t stay still. My body convuls
