Starting with a visit to my father.
Then a conversation with Yaz regarding the cuffs.
He handed me a sheath for my dagger, which I attached to my waist. My flames would be my primary weapon, but the knife served as a good backup in case my powers started to weaken again.
“Ready?” he asked, holding out his palm.
I wrapped my arms around his neck instead, pressing my body to his. “Take me on a journey, Archangel.”
One of his hands went to my lower back while the opposite grasped my nape. “Our new bond is a journey, little heiress.”
The wind whirled around us before I could reply, his power washing over us as he triggered our descent.
I rested my head against his chest, sighing at the rightness of his touch.
Until it began to change.
What started as a pleasant warmth grew hot, singeing my senses and blackening my vision.
In the next breath, ice frosted my lungs, freezing me from the inside out.
Kayla!
I tried to reply, but my mind shut down, my limbs turning to string as the world whirled around me in chaos.
Down. Down. Down.
Wind rippled through my hair, my stomach twisting from the sensation of falling.
So. Hot.
No, icy. Cold. Frigid snow.
Floating.
Falling.
Down. Down. Down.
My eyes refused to open, my body weighed down by a power I couldn’t seem to fight. It wrapped around me, swathing me in a dark cloak of death.
It reminded me of thick mud, drowning me, suffocating my lungs, and yanking me deeper and deeper into the abyss.
Flames erupted across my skin, drawing a silent scream from my throat.
My spirit battled.
My senses flared to life.
However, they only lasted a second before another blanket of black energy enveloped my being. I attempted to squirm, to move, to break free of the tangled web, but my body wouldn’t listen.
I felt controlled.
Overpowered.
Drained.
What the hell is happening to me?I searched futilely for the source, the dizziness making it difficult to focus.
