Chapter Twenty-One
Lochlan
“We have to stop her.” It was not the first time Brandon had voiced those exact words as he watched his daughter succumb to the magic inside her.
And Lochlan couldn’t hear it anymore. Fear coursed through him, but not for the fight they’d prepared for. That would never come to pass, he knew that now. No, the dread building in his heart was for the girl standing in the middle of a broken bridge that should have fallen if not for her magic. Her wet hair stuck to her reddened cheeks.
Yellow sparks sizzled along her arms, singing the clothes and burning away her sleeves to reveal unmarred skin. All bruises from the battle the day before had faded away under the power of her magic.
Even as she lost control, she was the most beautiful fae he’d ever seen. The fire
