Janelle
I woke up drowning in silver fire.
Magic poured through my veins like molten metal, responding to the desperate need burning in my chest. Adrian was getting married. Adrian was about to kiss another woman and bind himself to her forever, and the mate bond was screaming in agony at the thought.
"Janelle!" Elena's voice sounded far away, though she was kneeling right beside me. "Child, you need to calm down. Your magic is out of control."
The entire war room was filled with silver light, crackling and dangerous. I could hear King Edmund shouting orders, chairs scraping as people backed away from the magical storm I'd become.
"I have to go to him," I gasped, struggling to sit up. "I have to stop it."
"You can barely stand," Darius said, his voice tight with worry. "The mate bond sickness is killing you."
