Emiliano became increasingly overbearing after that, though I knew it was likely the unusual nature of my abilities that bothered him. He kept insisting that no other Fae could perceive magic as a tangible substance and seemed oddly troubled by how easily I’d unraveled his heat spell. After explaining my actions a hundred times over, I finally managed to escape his scrutiny and commandeer his shower.
It took all of ten minutes for the sweat on my skin to freeze and dry. I let the steaming water wash away the chill and grime from my body, grateful for the warmth. If I were a typical werewolf, I’d likely have a cold by now from the temperature fluctuations. Yet somehow, I felt great—better than great. I felt nearly invincible. I couldn’t help but wonder if all Fae felt this way, overflowing
