Fraya
I am struggling to breathe even after watching Anwir leave the ballroom with the black beauty on his arms. My magic is still fighting for release and it is taking everything in me to not pass out in front of everyone in this room that will jump at a chance to see me vulnerable. I try to calm my racing heart wanting to get out of this room with my head held high after being laughed at and humiliated. I try to picture Alexander, his smile and his warm hands. I try to think of what he would say if he were here, but I can't imagine him here for he would be held captive and probably off far worse than I am at this moment. The thought fuels my anger and I have to force myself to think of something else, anything else.
When I finally get my racing heart to calm down enough for me to take
