CHAPTER 8
Derek’s POV
First, it came as a small tug in my gut. I carefully set the goblet of wine I was drinking down and turned towards the west wing where I had left Layla earlier.
“What’s up, man?” Brad, one of my childhood friends asked when he noticed me turn away from the table. “Are you okay?”
I registered Brad only in my subconscious. My whole mind was where I had left Layla. I could tell that something was wrong and I needed to get to her.
All of a sudden, I felt a wave of heat wash over me. A feeling I was very much used to. I realized immediately what was happening. The hair on the back of my neck stood and a low growl escaped my throat.
Without planning, without even realizing what I was doing, I bolted forward and unintentionally tapped into my powers as I did so. For a
