The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin
I stripped it of aggression and filled it with absolute, unshakeable certainty.
Neoma froze. Her hand hovered inches from my face. The black lightning arced to my skin, singing my cheek. The smell of ozone and singed hair hit the back of my throat, making my stomach turn.
"Look at me, Neoma," I said softly.
My lungs were starting to unlock. I pulled in a full breath, the expansion of my ribs a sharp, stinging pain.
"It is Barzil. It is your Shield."
She blinked. The darkness in her eyes wavered, revealing a sliver of violet panic underneath. Her pupils began to dilate and constrict in a frantic rhythm.