Lucian
The world was still trembling in the wake of Amara’s power. The very air crackled with leftover energy, raising the hairs on my arms. Bits of stone and debris rained down in the courtyard where her magic had exploded moments before, and smoke curled from blackened scorch marks on the ground. At the center of it all was Amara. She was on her knees, hunched over as if she might fold into herself and disappear. For a heartbeat, I stood frozen in awe. Never had I witnessed such a magnitude of magic in one surge—not from any witch or warlock, not from any creature. And it had come from her—my mate.
A fierce protectiveness jolted me back into motion. In two strides I was at her side, dropping to my knees on the cracked flagstones. “Amara,” I breathed, reaching for her. My hands found he
