Rebekah whispered, her hand rested on Zayne’s palms. They sat facing each other the evening sun not helping the frigid ground. The thrum of electricity from their hands making it hard for her to breathe as well.
“Let’s see you do better.” He murmurs, sighing as Magnus shouts “No talking.” She says for what seems like the millionth time today.
He had been training like this for nearly a month now, the weather turning colder. He could almost go completely without the ring that muted his energy.
The auromni understood why he was struggling now, even though they had only seen select memories. As if Aethalia had hand-picked what each person would see. When they had broken the circle her friend had been sweating, her face more pale than usual. She looked at Zayne with different eyes, her lips
