Chapter 1087 Magical Storm

• Zayn
• Father’s hazel gaze cuts to my face, the lightning playing off the blue specks around his irises, so like mine. “He’s a very old man. He knows his time in power is already limited. He doesn’t have enough Alexandrite at his disposal to keep his powers strong, not with the mines here shut down. Not with the Alphas of Meridem up in arms against him. Not with you… here. Back. He’ll do what he can to make you kneel, Zayn, for as long as he can.” He shakes his head, shakily pouring two more drams all the way to the rim of both crystal glasses. The amber liquid sloshes, spilling over the side. “Drink it. It helps. It’ll numb your powers. They’re reacting. That’s why it hurts.”
• I obey like I’m a ten-year-old boy again, like I’ve just cracked my knuckles open sparring with Tali in the ring. Like Father, the only wizard in a sea of shifter dads with sons my age, is kneeling in front of me coaching me through the pain once again.