Fay's body lay still on the cot, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the lanterns hanging around the healing chamber. The medics had

done everything they could to stabilize her, but it was clear that the battle within her was far from over.

Dominic stood at the edge of the room, his eyes never leaving her. His hands were clenched at his sides, his thoughts a whirlwind of worry and frustration. He had felt it. The dark power. The moment ...