Kieran's POV
Astrid drew a deep breath and lifted her hands, her fingers curling with slow reverence as the first pulse of her magic began to rise. The ingredients she had requested were all laid before her
My skin buzzed with energy, the kind that came before something irreversible. Varya stood by the window, silent and watchful. Cyrin's eyes were closed, already anchoring himself for the magical support he would need to offer. I could feel the crackling tension in the room like the start of a coming storm.
Astrid's lips parted.
Then the door burst open.
"Stop!"
The shrill voice cut through the air like a blade. I turned, eyes narrowing, as Magnus stumbled into the room. His chest heaved, eyes wide and frantic.
"Stop," Maybe gasped again, throwing out a hand as if that alone could hold back the rising wave of magic.
Astrid blinked. "Magnus...."
"I might have a solution!" he shouted.
My heart dropped a beat. "What are you talking about?"
