Page 234 of Volik

I jump.

She’s ripped forward.

I reach out.

My fingers graze the bottom of her shoes as she is yanked into the wall.

“Nix!”

I slam my hands to the painted-over glass.

The fucking mirror.

“Nyet!”

Nix is gone.

Someone took her.

Rage. And terror. And something darker than both fills me.

“Nix.” My chest heaves.

The magic is gone.

I cannot follow.

Someone took my mate.

My gravito crashes against my bones, and the building shakes.

Someone took Nix.

I inhale.

Oranges on the edge of turning.

I exhale, and steam clouds my vision.

My palms heat against the mirror.

Oranges.

My hands start to glow like embers.

He took Nix.

My heart pounds.

The mirror melts under my touch. Glass drips off my fingers. And my vision sharpens.

I can feel the tendrils of black as they crawl away from my eyes, down my cheeks.

My gravito has never felt like this.

Ferocious.

Feral.