Yuri’s POV

Drake swiftly made a strange hand signal, and with just one gesture, magic sparked to life. It hit Opal hard, knocking her unconscious mid-air. We descended slowly to the ground, where Drake’s guards quickly appeared, taking her limp body and securing her hands with power-restraining shackles.

“She’s your mate,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. Drake glanced at me, his expression unreadable. My body was still pressed close to his, the warmth from him chasing ...