Kaida

Panic surged through me, memories of Noah and the crushing weight of past trauma rushing to the surface. My neck stiffened under Massachusetts’ iron grip, his dark magic pulsing through my veins. A stinging ache lanced through my skull. I tried to scream, but my voice had been stolen; the sorcerer had silenced me completely.

Desperate for purchase, I gripped his wrist, my eyes widening and lips parting in silent agony. I clawed at his fingers, pleading for a release that did not ...