Grace
It started with a whisper.
A flicker beneath my skin. A tremor in my bones.
Then the fire came.
I drop the glass, the sound of shattering barely registering as my knees buckle. My hands fly to my head, clutching fistfuls of hair as the scream tears from my throat—raw, guttural, primal.
Agony ravages my veins. It’s like being reborn through lightning.
I can feel it—my power, my divinity, my Lycan, my Dragon, my soul clawing its way back to the surface. The potion is working. The antidote. The one Killian had just handed me in that glass of water.
I hadn’t questioned it.
Why the hell hadn’t I questioned it?
Because I hadn’t known what Killian had planned.
How could I?
I told Killian I didn’t want my powers back until I’d worked things out in my head. He knows how dangerous t
