Instead of feeling the control, the power of her magic, she felt something else—like her own spell had backfired, turning against her. XXX “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. This was going to be fun. Elara’s eyes widened as the truth hit her like a bolt of lightning. Marcus, furious with anger, lunged at her with a desperate roar. She reached out, hands trembling, and felt a powerful, almost magnetic energy radiating from it. She pressed her trembling hands against the floor, slowly rising to her feet, though her legs wobbled beneath her. The name etched itself into her mind, and Elara recoiled in shock. The woman from earlier, Elara, stood before him, but she was different now. Her fingers trembled as she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting the silky fabric fall to the floor, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her body.
