Gabriel's heart pounded as his mind searched for any knowledge that could help him right now. Anything would help. He could not use spells to teleport; his magic was never something he could use at will, and the palace was enchanted, so only a few people could use magic there.
'How much time do we have before she loses control?' He had no way of knowing. It could be seconds or minutes—if they were lucky, long enough to get her out before the entire hall was destroyed.
But luck was rarely something Gabriel relied upon.
He inhaled sharply, gathering his focus. The scent of ether overload grew stronger, cutting through the perfume-laden air. Every muscle in his body tensed, instincts honed over years of survival whispering that this was the moment before the fall.
Across from him, Prince Christian shifted, clearly sensing the change in Gabriel's demeanor. "Something wrong?" His tone was low and measured, but there was a hint of curiosity beneath the practiced indifference.
