HOPE
I've never seen Asher fight before, but watching him now — calmly humming a tune that compels the surrounding vampires — nearly knocks the air from my lungs.
It's mesmerizing. His voice wraps around me like silk, smooth and electric, rushing through my veins. I don't know what kind of magic this is, but it's doing something to me. I feel steady. Powerful. Like a damn warrior queen.
In this state, taking out the vampires becomes effortless. My body moves on instinct — my hands snapping their necks, wind surging from my palms, hurling them back like rag dolls. Confidence roars through me, and with Asher's voice in my head I feel unstoppable.
The vampires don't stand a chance. One by one, they fall under my touch or are sent crashing into walls by gusts of air I didn't even realize I was summoning. My heart pounds, but it's not fear — it's the rush of power, raw and thrilling.
