Page 140 of The Shadow Weaver

‘Hellfire!Your eyes are glowing,’ Atlas gasped out when I looked up at him.

Fuck.It was happening again.Seeing her unlocked my feelings and, with them, my power.

Atlas reached out to the light coming from my fingertips as if enthralled.

‘Don’t touch me!’A clap of thunder punctuated my words, and rain poured down on us.

‘We should go,’ Atlas shouted over the rain.

We ran to where we had left our horses.The old, white-haired blacksmith was no longer at the wheel, perhaps taking refuge from the deluge in the cottage behind the forge.

‘Can you ride?’Atlas’s concerned face peered at me through the rain.

‘Give me a minute.’I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, reaching for the numbness I used to keep myself in check.I opened my eyes and looked at my hands.

They were back to normal.

Not waiting a second longer, I mounted my horse and galloped away from the river, away from the sight of the woman who hadcaused me to lose control for the first time since I was a boy living in Ephemeros.

‘What in damnation was that, Tor?’

If fate was going to keep drawing me to her, I was fucked.

‘Atlas, if that ever happens again, you must hit me.You need to hit me hard enough to stop me,’ I yelled over the rain.

‘Stop you?Stop you from doing what?’he shouted back, trying to keep up with me as I put as much distance as I could between the woman and myself.

‘Stop me from killing her.’