"Okay, so I'm in trouble," Viktor said after failing to summon aether for the umpteenth time.
The stranger who saved—abducted him—just watched, expression not giving a clue on what they could be thinking.
Viktor couldn't tell if they were male, female, or otherwise because they had on a cloak that only made their lips and nose visible.
Sitting up on the bed, he tried moving his legs… and finally noticed something. Clamped around his right ankle was a bracelet with a glowing icy blue stone on it.
Anytime he reached for his aether, the glow would intensify, blocking it.
How he hadn't noticed before now was beyond him.
"It appears I'd have to bring the tribe's mage to speak to him." The stranger murmured in that thick, grating language Viktor couldn't grasp for the life of him.
They stared for a couple more seconds before walking away, leaving the ice Prince sitting in the room alone.
A sigh slipped past his lips. "Fuck. I need to try reaching out to Devon."
