Shape of Wings
Eltanin was… dazed.
The gray tendrils lifted from the book and curled around Tania's wrists. He looked at them and felt as if they were calling him. They hissed as they crawled over her skin, trying to slither like a serpent. Tiny wisps would escape and touch the skin on his forearm. He should have felt repulsed, but he felt… entranced. He wanted to be one with them. The magic was extremely powerful.
"Eltanin, leave her!" Rolfe shouted, hoping to break his trance. But Eltanin only tightened his hold on Tania.
Tania was dazed too. She wanted to absorb the magic of Yunabi. The attraction, the call to it, was impossible to ignore. Her breath became ragged as she closed her eyes and fell on Eltanin's chest. She wanted to be one with the magic who wanted to claim her as its.
Rolfe gritted his teeth and glanced at Ileus and Anastasia. "Is there a way to stop it?" he rasped, looking at the tendrils that were now curling rapidly around them.