The air around us grew heavy with a level of witchery unknown to me. Time slowed down, and a strange gleam caught my attention. Sparks flew from Colby’s fingers as he moved forward. With every step, his flickering magic fell and reduced the grass to smoldering ash.
His display of power mesmerized, but deep down I panicked. What if Colby set the area on fire? The recovered bodies—the evidence—would burn along with Rafe’s property. The shifter shouldn’t be punished for giving birth to a hateful son.
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