The blast of magic slowly weakened, the violent pulses tapering into a steadier glow. Dust drifted lazily through the air. The dresser lay half toppled. The curtains fluttered from the impact. The room looked as though a storm had ripped straight through it.
And in the center of the chaos, Margot collapsed forward.
Nathan caught her before she even touched the bed. She slumped into him, panting, sweat sliding down her temples. Her body trembled like a bowstring pulled too tight for too long. The white silver aura around her flickered, no longer blinding, but still bright enough to paint the room in ghostly light.
She let out a strained half laugh that turned quickly into a sob. “I glow too much. Someone take the batteries out.”
Nathan pressed his lips against the side of her head. “Not
