I cradled Ebron in my arms, trying to soothe his cries. Valandor’s voice cut through the room’s tension, “Feed him. The kid’s probably hungry.” His tone was gruff and impatient. When I met his eyes, he glared back at me with disdain.
"Use your breast, you dumb b***h," he sneered. Instinctively, I tried to summon my magic, but nothing happened. My powers were frozen.
“All power is neutralized in this room,” Valandor said nonchalantly. “The energy crystals surrounding it ensure that.”
Reluctantly, I lifted my shirt and offered my n****e to Ebron. He latched on, nursing eagerly. I wasn’t sure if I had any milk, but Ebron seemed content. “I’ll need diapers and blankets if I can’t use my magic,” I muttered, my voice edged with bitterness.
Valandor watched me, his eyes lingering. “You’re too
