Leah Carter’s Point of View
The Veil fought me. It bucked and raged like a living thing, every surge of light slamming into Emma’s small frame, trying to tear her from my hands. My daughter screamed, her tiny fingers digging into mine until her nails broke skin.
“Hold her!” I shouted, my voice raw. “Kael, help me!”
Kael was there in an instant, his hand gripping Emma’s other arm. His eyes blazed gold, his jaw clenched as he snarled against the Veil itself. The shimmer bent around him, sparks snapping like lightning.
“She doesn’t belong!” the Veil roared without words, its power thrumming through my bones.
“She belongs to me!” I screamed back, tears streaming down my face. “She’s mine!”
Kael’s power surged, his aura pressing against the Veil, forcing it to still for a heartbeat. That
