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But it’s not painful.

It’s…

Heat pools low in my stomach, and a moan leaves me as I bend forward and brace my hands on my thighs, panting.

Chapter 13

Volik

Orchids.

My eyes snap open.

Orchids of old.

Ones from my childhood.

They fill the air.

I breathe.

That scent. The one I could sense but not smell. This is it.

This. Is. It.

It coats my tongue.

It pours into my lungs.

It thuds through my heart, through my veins.

It’s…

My skull.

That vibration builds inside my bones.

It…

My gravito. The gravity harnessed inside my being pulses.

It swirls and intensifies.

It fills my limbs, daring me to try and control it.

The building trembles.

Screams echo around the room as backpacks and chairs slide across the floor toward me, pulled to me with the force of my swelling power.

My energy pulses again.

The building groans.

I cannot stop it.

Cannot stop the ancient magic from taking over.

I do not even try.