Lia

I exhaled slowly, stretching out my fingers as the energy built inside me. A spark of light flickered between my palms, growing brighter as I focused. The magic thrummed through my veins, warm and alive, bending to my will.

I flicked my wrist, sending a controlled pulse of energy toward the target. It hit dead center, leaving a faint scorch mark.

Behind me, Simone let out a low whistle. “Damn, Lia. You’re getting pretty good at this.”

I grinned, wiping the sweat from my brow. “I ...