Chapter 48 The Wrath Of The Crown

The air around Isla crackled with newfound power, the flames still dancing in her veins like an untamable beast. She could feel the world around her shifting—the very earth trembling in anticipation of the storm she had become. Dominic held her close, his fingers lightly brushing her face, his breath ragged. He could see the change in her, the transformation that had taken place beneath the surface. It was more than just the sigil, more than the fire that had consumed her. Isla was no longer the girl who had first stepped into this world—she was something far more dangerous, far more powerful.