Leah
The shadows poured from me like a dam breaking.
They moved with purpose, wrapping around my hand as I pressed my palm flat against the rune on my chest. The glow pulsed against my skin, resisting, the magic that forged it clinging to me like something alive. It burned cold.
Get it off. Get it off, now.
I pushed harder. The shadows sank into the rune like fingers prying open a lock, finding the edges of the magic, pulling at the seams. The glow flickered and stuttered. I felt Andromeda surge forward inside me, her power flooding into my hands, into the shadows, amplifying them with something that made the rune scream.
Not a sound, but a burning vibration.
I ripped it free.
The rune shattered. The glow dissolved into fragments of light that scattered across my skin and evaporated
