“Goldfinch, can you hear me?” he asks gently.
My head cocks, though I don’t answer. Gold weighs
down my bones and slouches my shoulders as I struggle to
take in a full breath.
The male steps forward, an inky black form against the
shine I’ve wrought. “Auren, you can let go now.”
My brow furrows. Let go?
I don’t want to let go. I want to continue to rage. I
want to take my gold that was stolen from me, and punish
everyone in my path. I want to be the monster that’s been
held back for far too long.
The male takes another step, and my beast screeches
at him, though he doesn’t seem deterred. He should be
running away from us, should be terrified like everyone
else, but instead, he keeps coming, closer and closer, until
he stands just a foot away. “You need to let go, baby. You’re
draining yourself.”
My mouth drops into a frown.
“Draining?”
Eyes so dark green they look black are locked on my
face, caressing over my own gaze. “Yes,” he says quietly.
“You need to drop the magic before you hurt yourself.”
My back bristles. “My gold won’t hurt me.”
“It already is.” He tips his head, and I look down,
though I don’t see anything amiss.
“Your aura is fading,” he tells me. “You can’t see it, but
I can. I need you to breathe and let go of your power.”
Panic surges up in me. If I let go of my power, I’ll be
weak again. Helpless.
Fury sparks in my eyes, and the gold flexes behind me