Dravina POV

Dashira’s hand hovered in the air, frozen mid-strike.

It wasn’t me who stopped her at least, I didn’t think so. But something unseen, something powerful, held her in place. Her fingers trembled as she strained to finish the slap, fighting against the invisible grip, but it was no use. She couldn’t move.

I tilted my head, my frown laced with dry amusement.

“Have you taken up miming as a hobby?”

The moment the words left my lips, her hand dropped, released all at ...