My Hockey Alpha
Nina
I stared down at the book in front of me, my breath catching in my throat as the strange blue glow intensified. The moonstone in my hand glowed as well, its light almost seeming to pulse in tandem with that of the book.
“What the hell?” I muttered, reaching out to touch the book.
Gasping softly, I quickly recoiled my hand when, upon my fingers grazing the leather, a small electric shock lightly touched my fingers. With my eyes wide, I looked down at my hand—unharmed, but still almost fizzling with that strange energy.