That shut the clearing up for a moment.
Then the mark on Azaliyah’s wrist pulsed three times in quick succession.
Hot. Hotter. Burning.
She gasped and grabbed it. Black veins spidered outward from the crescent for a heartbeat before sinking back beneath the skin.
Camron was beside her instantly, catching her elbow as her knees nearly buckled.
“Azaliyah.”
“I hate,” she hissed through clenched teeth, “when things happen to me.”
Misha’s face had gone still as stone.
“We’re out of time.”
Camron kept a hand on her elbow until he was sure she could stand, then tried to pull away like the contact meant nothing. Azaliyah caught his wrist before he could.
“Stay dramatic later,” she said, breath still uneven. “I’m using you for balance.”
“You’re using me for excuses.”
“Be grateful I ch
