JASMINE
I can’t do it.
I shut my eyes, squeezing my fists hard, veins bulging out of my temples as I struggle deep within me. I don’t know exactly what I am looking for, or how it is supposed to feel when I use my powers, but nothing is happening. The others are dying, the blinding light of the queen mother intensifies, burning into the leathery flesh of my eyelids.
Tears slowly roll down my cheeks and my insides curl in a sickening manner. I feel a burning acid at the base of my throat, rising from my guts and threatening to surge into my mouth. The heat scorches my skin, trickles of sweat run down my back and also litters at the cusps of my jawline. I can’t do it. Despite my mate being in danger and Andre also, I can’t still do it.
I crumble to my knees and my eyelids slowl
