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A cry of shock flies from my lips as my body moves on its own accord. It takes me to my knees on the ice, and my gaze snaps to Knox in panic. His look of sheer terror makes my stomach bottom out.

My hands shovethemselvesinto the water, and I suddenly know why Knox looks so terrified for me.

I’m gold.

Not glowing or glimmering. My entire body isgilded. This is nothing like my transformation in Azalea. My very power pours out of every part of my body.

I barely have a moment to think before my magic sighs.

Finally.

And then explodes in a torrent of golden power.

Chapter54

Knox

The sounds of shocked gasps and cries flinging out around me as we all lay eyes upon a golden Delilah only encourage my heart to try and leap from the confines of my chest. She’s golden—if I tapped on her arm, it would probably ping.

“My gods, Knox, what is her power doing to her?” Harlow practically whines, fear twinging her voice.

Elysia looks on in wonder. “She’s incredibly powerful.”

“Too powerful,” I find myself murmuring.

I only have a moment, a split second in time where those eyes full of the soul I love snap to mine with such a deep fear that my lungs cease to exist.

They widen, and then silence descends.

It is not the type of silence you wish for after a long day. It’s the type of silence that has the hairs standing up on the back of your neck, that has your mind screaming for you to run.

The silence stretches, growing taut.

And then the tension snaps.

Delilah’s hands are shoved in the water. Her movements are jerky, not of her own.

A golden shimmery haze fills her usually blue eyes. Her jaw drops open, and a scream—something ancient and guttural—bellows from the depths of her soul. Golden power explodes in all directions.

The force of it knocks me off my feet, rocking the boats and halting the griffins. I’m sure the pod can even see it below.

Panic grips my throat as history repeats itself, her golden magic alerting everyone to where she is. But this time, it’s smart. Perhaps it always has been.

Instead of blasting across the ocean and lands, it stops, forming a golden dome.

A dome we’reunder.

Lenox bellows beside me, barking orders to move farther back, but all I can do is remain stunned in the boat as everyone tries and fails to leave the golden dome.

Power floods out of Delilah with abandon, never ceasing its flow or strength.

“She’ll burn out,” Elysia croaks.

“This is just scratching the surface,” I say in awe.

Wave after golden wave pours from her hands, her gilded body remaining stiff as it does so. Her magic commands her, leading her.

At first, I don’t see it, too mesmerized by the sight of her, by how powerful she truly is.