Verity's POV

My throat burned like someone had poured molten metal down it. The scream had torn something inside me open and now I could taste copper in my mouth. Blood dripped from my lips and splattered onto the marble floor beneath my knees but I didn't care.

Because Kin was stumbling backward with his hands pressed to his head and the red glow was flickering like a dying flame.

"No," that layered voice came from him again but it was weaker now. More strained. "No you can't. You're not ...