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When Dare comes and rests on my other side, completely enclosing me between the four of them, the fight starts to drain out of me. Their closeness, their palpable worry for me, and the support I can feel flowing through the bond—it all finally starts to break through the tidal wave of blind panic that rose up inside me earlier.

Shift back, Archer tells me, his voice still soft. It will be easier to fight the magic in human form.

Lacking any other option since I can’t move at all, I obey.

I’m not the only one who shifts. Trystan releases his hold on me, and his body morphs...