Damon’s POV
The light around me didn't feel like the careful, controlled glow Ines had trained into me over weeks of practice. This was something rawer, older, surging up from a place inside me that had been waiting twenty-two years for permission to fully wake.
Magnus took a step back, the first genuine hesitation I'd seen from him since we entered the chamber. "Interesting," he said, though his voice had lost some of its earlier calm. "It seems the girl who arrived here weeks ago has learned more than I anticipated."
"You should have anticipated better," I said.
I moved toward him, and the guards fighting Damon suddenly found themselves fighting harder, some instinct of mine reaching out and pulling at whatever confidence they'd walked in with. Damon took advantage of the shift imme
