Irina’s POV
With a twist of my wrist, the vines surged upward. They were small, fragile-looking things—but I infused them with my power, and they obeyed. In seconds, they came alive—dark green tendrils wrapping around her ankles and wrists before she could react.
“What—?!” she gasped, stumbling as the vines yanked her backward. She lost her footing and crashed to the ground, the spell she’d been forming fizzling out in a burst of red light.
I smirked. “Careful. Wouldn’t want you to fall for me.”
“Enough!” she screamed, her voice cracking as she tried to burn through the vines with magic. But every time she did, they grew back thicker, stronger.
She writhed on the ground, fury twisting her features. “How are you so strong?! When did you f*****g find your mate?!”
She was losing control
