Think, Amber. Think.
Alek thrashed again, a sharp, strangled noise escaping his throat. A sound I had never heard before. A sound I never wanted to hear again.
Panic clawed at my insides, and I looked at Luka, desperate. His face was tight with strain, sweat beading at his temples as he tried again and again to push the smoke away. But it wouldn’t budge.
Shit.
My heart clenched. Even now, with death tightening its grip around his throat, Alek’s unwavering confidence burned through our bond like a lifeline. But *how*? How could we kill her when I couldn’t even reach him?
Then, a feminine voice—soft, steady, and unfamiliar—resonated in my mind.
*"You can channel the energy of everything. Focus on the smoke itself. Isolate its essence—annihilate it."*
The words sent a shiver down
