Aire stared at him. The world froze forba second before her. She took a step away from Nate.
"No," she whispered.
Nate brows furrowed in concern. He took a step towards her.
"Stay away," Aire commanded. A darker shade of blue replaced her blue eyes, and then, they went back to their original shade.
Her voice cracked through the underground chambers with enough force to make the torches tremble.
A strong wind followed afterwards.
It exploded outward violently from her body without warning. Cold air slammed through the dungeon corridors hard enough to shake iron chains against the walls.
The guards stumbled immediately.
One cursed under his breath while another grabbed the bars beside him to steady himself.
King Elijah's expression sharpened at once.
Nate turned instantly toward Aire.
Alaric's wolf surfaced so fast beneath his skin that his claws nearly broke through his fingertips.
