*Pryce Winsley's POV*
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“Ouch!” I yelped when I touched something hot when I tried to unchain Blair from the stupid chair, and I noticed its silver chain, but hot.
“Sorry, Babe. I was trying to melt it.” Blair uttered, and I scoffed, “You could have just teleported out of that seat if you already got your powers back, you know?”
“Magenta! How did… Get them back in chains, Asteria! The moon is about to get to its place!” Hera ordered, and I suddenly heard a faint whooshing sound and only to see that the redheaded witch was sending a charmed Octavia’s Crystal flying on Blair’s way.
Oh, no, she’s going to bury it in her flesh. And I know it will put her back into powerless mode.
So with the help of my vampire superspeed, I caught the thing with my right hand before it could make contact with my girl’s skin, and it indeed caused my palm to have a deep wound.