“Come down, little wolf,” Calix said, eyes never leaving mine as I struggled to get my magic under control.
Reluctantly, I began to descend the stairs. My fingers were still tingling, shadows still retreating beneath my skin like ink pulled back into a quill. Each step felt heavier than the last. At the foot of the stairs, I stopped.
“Come closer,” he said.
I did. Step by step. Until I stood in front of both princes.
No one spoke.
Lorcan stared openly, his eyes gleaming as they traced the faint glow of runes flashing along my collarbone and arms.
“I’m very sure that decades from now, they’ll write a song about you, Lyric,” Lorcan said. “A wolf with magical powers.”
Calix hissed a spell under his breath, and immediately, the glow vanished. He stood slowly, body taut with tension.
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