Thea waited for the current coursing through her to ebb, to leave her feeling sated and dazed. But whatever hummed in her veins didn’t leave her. Wilder’s sharp intake of breath forced her eyes open. Thea nearly choked. For at her fingertips danced little bolts of lightning. Power crackled through her, and that dormant beast within her awoke from its slumber. She stared at her magic. Wilder’s deep voice rumbled against her, warm and full of pride. ‘There you are, Princess.’
