Lorien POV

The magic in the water stroked along my skin like living fingers, coaxing, tugging insistent that I open myself to it and let it seep inside.

I loathed it.

Wake up, Lorien. Come on. Wake up! I begged myself, clawing for the strength to break through the haze and fight my way back to the real world… back to Auren.

His mark still tingled at the side of my neck.

A whisper of heat.

A promise burned into my skin.

Auren had marked me.

He had finally marked me and I couldn’t ...