ALDRIC POV“Powerful enough to bring your precious Elara back to life.”The words echoed louder than the noise of the bar.For a single, suspended second, I couldn’t breathe.Then instinct returned quickly.“Impossible,” I snapped, my tone shooting up.I pushed back from the bar stool and stood up now, towering over her. “She’s dead. You can’t alter the course of life itself.”My voice was firm.If I allowed even a sliver of belief, it would consume me.The woman didn’t flinch, or look any bit offended by my words.If anything, she looked amused.“Death,” she said calmly, lifting her glass to her lips, “is not as absolute as you think.”I let out a humorless laugh. “I’ve seen death. I’ve caused it, so trust me, I know exactly what it is.”Her eyes studied me for a beat longer.“Do you?” she asked softly.She set her glass down and angled her body toward me slightly, lowering her voice so no one else could hear.“Magic has limits, yes.Most witches are bound by the natural current of t
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