YELENA

The moment Jackson’s fingers touched the silver… he screamed.

It wasn't a shout, it wasn't a curse but a raw, ripped sound that bounced off the walls and crawled straight under my skin.

Nyra grabbed his wrist so fast the chair beside her fell over.

Tristan and I froze for a breath too long. When I finally looked down, my stomach dropped.

Jackson’s palm was already turning angry red, thin lines of smoke lifting from his skin like something invisible was cooking him ...