The gun pointed straight at baby Frost. The traitor's finger moved toward the trigger.
But then Frost did something no one expected.
She cried.
Not the winter wind sound from before. A real baby cry. Loud and strong and full of power.
The cry hit everyone like a wave. But it hit Darian the hardest.
"What's happening to me?" Darian gasped, falling to his knees. Golden light poured from his eyes, his mouth, his hands. "I can feel... everything."
The cry got louder. Frost's ice-blue eyes locked onto Darian's face. She was healing him. Fixing something that had been broken inside him for months.
"The bond," Elara whispered. "She's restoring the mate bond."
"That's impossible," the traitor said, gun still raised. "You gave up your powers. The bond is gone forever."
"You're wrong," Darian said, standing up. Lightning crackled around his fingers. "My daughter gave it back."
"Your daughter?" the traitor laughed. "That's Kael's baby."
