Elara’s POV
The next days were a blur of pain and gold and green.
Lucian was really a hard teacher. He never went easy on me.
“Again,” he would say to me, his voice firm as iron but calm. We stood in the clearing. “The ward is a thought made real. Think of a wall. A tall, strong wall. Feel how solid it is. Then push that thought into the air right in front of you.”
I stood, facing the faint line of silver dust on the forest floor, sweating in the cool air. I was supposed to be reinforcing it, making the invisible wall much stronger. All I could achieve from my whole effort was a heavy, pounding headache right behind my eyes.
I got my fists closed until my nails bit my palms. I thought of Karl's voice sound in the woods. All my fear of Kael. The hunger portrayed in his eyes in the pho
