POV: LYRAThe magic snaps back into me like a fist.Hard and fucking painful.I gasp and stumble, hand slamming into the stone wall to keep myself upright as the pain rips up my arm and settles deep in my chest, sharp and hot, like something burned me from the inside out.I hiss and drag in air through my teeth.“Shit,” I whisper.My father does not move to help.He is standing near the mouth of the cave, arms crossed, watching the dark like he expected this exact moment. Like he has been waiting for me to fail.“You felt it,” he says calmly.I straighten even though my legs shake. “Of course I felt it. Fucking bitch.”The ache pulses again, slower now, like a bruise forming under my skin. The spell did not break clean. It never does when it hits something stronger than expected.“It wasn't her,” he says.“It wasn't Elara. If she was the one who pushed back, you would be dead. You are lucky she hasn't been awakened yet.”“Who cares who did what?! The point is that they repelled it,” I
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