Deborah’s POV

The training room walls had burn marks from Deborah's past practices. But tonight, the silver fire in her hands felt strange. Something was wrong. She was alone in the big room under the palace, a place where old magic users once trained. She tried not to notice her hands shaking.

It had only been a day since the Council gave in. Since she and Erick became the real rulers of both kingdoms. She should have felt proud, but instead, she felt a constant burn under her ...