The room turns cold as a phantom wind fills the space, knocking over furniture and Sandra’s men as it builds. Tris watches as Nick is lifted out of the chair, floating before her. The mark on her leg begins to glow, as the chaos in the room increases. Queen Sandra is screaming something as her hair whips wildly around her head. Tris can’t make out what she’s saying, but the fury in Sandra’s movements is obvious.

The constant wind appears to be flowing into Nick, as he ...