My wizard’s mark—powered by the sheer amount of magic I was daring to build—burned my cheek with such strength it stung. “Actually…I won’t.” I smiled, delighted I got to be the one to deliver the bad news. “You see, my magic can’t hurt him.” Queen Nyte turned ghostly white, and she shifted her gaze to Killian. He smiled at her…a wizard’s mark identical to mine surfacing on his skin one beautiful flourish at a time. “You drank from her.” Ira stopped struggling, frozen in his shock. “You drank her blood, and now you’re immune to her magic.”
i fucking knew it
