Astrid pulled Seth closer, her arms wrapping around both of us in a tight embrace. The heat of her flames licked against my skin, not burning but warm and alive—just like her. I could feel the rapid beat of her heart between us, the way her breath hitched just slightly before she buried her face against our chests.
We just stood there for a moment, letting her take our scents. We still had one last gift, but we weren't sure if this was the right time. Her emotions were spilling, and she had to be calm for the spell.
Seth met my gaze over her head; his expression showed he was worrying about the same thing I was.
"We should tell her, and once she calms down, we can perform the spell," Silas suggested.
"She won't wait," I countered, sighing.
Astrid was like that; patience was not e
