The Lost Alphas Daughter
But Gaia is already sliding onto the bed, grabbing his chin and forcing their eyes to lock.
“You should be afraid, Braden,” she whispers, almost sweetly. His eyes snap wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. His heartbeat thunders so loud I can hear it echoing in the silence. Gaia presses her magic into him harder, and the fear radiating off him is almost tangible.
I have no idea what she is showing him, how she is scrambling his mind, preying on his fears. It works a little too well.
“Gaia,” I warn, “don’t let his heart give out before we’re done.” She scoffs, rolling her eyes — just as Braden wets himself. The sharp, acrid scent fills the air.
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