Mine
“I can feel it.”
Elia’s grip on him tightened. “Then we’ll fight it,” she insisted. “Together.”
Derek swallowed hard. His hands still tingled with power, but his body felt drained. Whatever he had done, it had worked—but only for now.
“He needs rest,” Aria said, stepping forward, her gaze flicking worriedly between Magnus and Derek. “We all do.”
Derek exhaled sharply, nodding. His heart was still racing, the golden energy within him still thrumming faintly. He knew this wasn’t over—Magnus was still infected, still tainted by whatever Alan’s magic had done.