Adam walked over and patted Kara’s arm. “Kara, can you tell me what’s going on?”
She opened her eyes but didn’t let go of her head. “I can feel him, his worry, and anger. It’s like boiling water being poured into my mind.”
“I concur with her analysis,” Heather ground out through clinched teeth.
“Why did it start with the storm?” Stella asked.
“The storm is laced with magic,” Adam said. He closed his eyes and held up his hands. He began to mutter under his breath in a language Gustavo didn’t recognize. Light began to glow around the fae but was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “It’s dark magic. But there’s something else in it I don’t understand.”
“You think Volcan is doing this?” Crina asked her mate.
“I don’t know,” Adam asked. “But they’re powerful, whoever it is. I’m talking
