Chapter 8 First Taste of Power

MIREYA'S POV

Pain tears through my back like knives made of fire.

I scream. Something rips through my skin—breaking, emerging, unfurling. The agony is worse than anything I've ever felt. Worse than the soul mark burning. Worse than Morwenna's death memory.

"Mireya!" Azraeth catches me as I collapse....

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