4. Transformation—Sofie
“It’s getting worse,” I proclaimed to Mage the second I spotted her jet-black hair in the hallway. “I just left her in the kitchen and … it’s getting worse.”
“How so?” Mage’s soothing voice, normally a godsend, sparked fury in me.
“Because she has started to change!” I screamed. Mage didn’t even flinch at my reaction, as if expecting it. I immediately felt guilty. “I’m sorry … I didn’t mean to …”
She lifted a hand to quiet me, shaking her head, brow furrowed, dismissing my apology. “That’s all right. What exactly has changed since last night?”
I took a deep, bitter breath. “When I went to see her in the kitchen, when I got close, something started pulling on my magic. Draining it. Only slightly. Not to the extent of the Tribe’s people completely sapping my magic, but it was there.”
Mage nodded slowly, as if registering my words. “Did you tell her?”
“No!” I exclaimed in horror. “There’s nothing to tell yet. We don’t know ... I don’t know …” But I knew. Deep down, I knew. How could I tell her that her touch might soon be lethal to all those around her? This was exactly something that the Fates would do! “We can’t tell her yet …” I stalked off toward the glass room. “But I do need to warn Caden.”