It wasn't just a flutter of life.It was awareness.A warmth unfolding just below her ribs, slow and ancient—like something older than her blood had stirred.Emereah's eyes snapped open. Her breath was caught."Did you feel that?" she whispered."Voice trembling.Vera lifted her head from the ring of salt she'd just drawn by the door. "What is it?""I don't know," Emereah breathed. "But it wasn't mine… and it wasn't just the baby.A soft light capered across her skin, orange-gold, like the flames of a fire that did not exist. Her fingertips radiated softly. Her heartbeat roared louder, harder, like drums at war.The child was reacting.To her fear. To danger. To the promise of safety.To Vladimir's flames.Her spirit was drawn—wrenched through the veil of distance and rock and magic.Abruptly, in her mind's eye, she saw it:Vladimir through a firestorm of embers, the earth splitting beneath his feet, the council stepping back as his aura expanded. His eyes burning. His voice booming.
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