“Alarick, I don’t want to fight with you.” I tried to calm him down. Alarick and I had been arguing since we came here. He insisted on trying to get my powers back. It was not like I didn’t want to do it, but I tried to explain that I was afraid. Ravaric gave me a pretty clear image of what needed to be done and there was still the chance that if it went wrong, I would die. It would not be after some time, when I finally got immune to magic, but right then, who knew how many months, maybe years, earlier than I would have to.
“Ella, waiting to die is not an option.” That was his biggest argument. Whenever I had tried to calm him down, he came out with that. I was getting tired and irritated by hearing him say it. It was my life, my power, and my decision. Yes, he was my mate, but that didn
