“You always have a choice, and it looks like you’ve made yours.” Kai shifted, his body blocking Wren slightly, and the only sound in the room was Wren’s slow, measured breathing. Micah didn’t move. He didn’t flinch. He just stared at me, jaw tight, and when he spoke, his voice was quieter. “You don’t understand.” I curled my hand into a fist, feeling my magic pushing against my skin, as out of control and confused as I felt. “Then make me.” Micah exhaled sharply, his gaze never leaving mine. “The king has my sister.”
