“Gentle, Ivy! Gentle!” Alzir’s voice barked across the training clearing, cracked with a rare, terrifying note of genuine panic.
“I’m trying!” I screamed back, sweat stinging my eyes.
I wasn’t struggling to find the magic—that was the problem. The suppression potion from Earth had worn off, and two centuries of locked-up Fae energy were tearing through my veins like a tidal wave. I had too much of it. It was volatile, suffocating, and screaming to get out.
I had tried to summon a simple breeze. Instead, the air pressurized in a fraction of a second. The grass beneath my boots exploded outward as a concussive shockwave, gouging a massive trench into the lawn and snapping the roots of a nearby oak tree like toothpicks.
“Stop! Drop the connection!” Alzir commanded, bracing his massive fra
