>>Aelin
There was this undeniable pull inside me—an instinct, a desperate urge to pour my magic into that golden string. It felt like it was calling to me, begging to be used, like an unlit candle yearning for a flame.
I had no idea what it was, but I knew it could do something.
Before I could act, Draegon moved.
With a sharp, powerful lash of his tail, he slammed into Ruoxy and sent her hurtling backward. Her body twisted midair before she crashed into the ground, rolling against the dirt and snapping tree roots beneath her weight.
At that exact moment—
The shadow gripping me froze.
I gasped.
Its arms, which had been curling around my waist like an unshakable vice, stilled completely, as if some unseen force had just cut the strings controlling it.
