POV: Miranda Prospero

Power was eating me alive from the inside.

I could feel it burning through my veins like liquid fire. Too much. Too strong. The energy I'd been channeling for hours demanding release or destruction.

Dad stood beside me, his hand on my shoulder, his magic intertwining with mine.

"Let me help," he said quietly.

"You can't. This much power will consume you too."

"Then we'll be consumed together. Better than watching you burn alone."

I'd spent my whole life watching my ...