Bound by His Promise
And something inside me snaps.
Not open.
Not awaken.
But fight back.
I scream—
not in fear—
but in refusal.
“NO!”
And the Field responds like a living storm.
Golden force erupts from my chest—
an expanding pulse—
raw, uncontrolled, violent.
Lucas is thrown backward.
The hybrid is sent flying.
The corridor ripples like liquid, bending out of my way.
The watcher’s eyes widen—
for the first time looking surprised.
Light swirls around me, wrapping my body, my limbs, my vision.