For a moment after the chains cracked, the chamber fell into a stunned silence so heavy that even the flickering flames along
the walls seemed to hesitate.
Georgia could feel the magic roaring through her veins like a river that had burst through a broken dam, surging violently with a strength she had never experienced before.
The power hummed beneath her skin, spreading outward in invisible waves that made the very air around her vibrate.
Lord Damien stared at her as if he were seeing something impossible.
"What is this nonsense?" he demanded sharply, though the confidence that had once filled his voice was beginning to fracture.
Georgia's wrists twisted slightly as the iron shackles continued to split apart under the pressure of the magic building inside her.
"I told you," Valen whispered hoarsely from across the room, her eyes filled with a strange mixture of pride and worry, "you should have left her alone."
