Victor felt the exact moment when something went wrong with the soul contract.
Luna had been unconscious for twenty-seven minutes when her body began to convulse. Not the gentle tremors that sometimes accompanied deep magical rituals, but violent spasms that made the entire bed shake and sent the crystal glasses on his nightstand crashing to the floor.
"Luna!" He reached for her, but the moment his skin made contact with hers, a jolt of electrical energy threw him backward across the room. His shoulder hit the wall hard enough to c***k the plaster, but Victor barely noticed the pain. Luna's scream cut through the air like a blade—raw, agonized, and utterly inhuman.
Her back arched off the mattress at an angle that should have snapped her spine, while waves of silver and crimson light pu
