Sebastian's POV.
The world is white and cold and sharp.
It cuts, and all I can think is that somewhere beyond all of that is Beatrice, helpless. Gigi buries her head in my shoulder. Lucas swears. Lydia stumbles into us.
I keep my feet planted and will myself not to let this wicked wind win.
Somehow, staring into the face of this...creature that had once been a girl just like my sister, strengthens my will rather than terrify it. I don't know Beatrice's full story, but I know she would have been turned into this, or something worse if she hadn't run.
"Look," Sybil screams above the wind, "look at what the cost is to keep the covens strong, Lydia."
"I cannot let you take her," Lydia shouts.
Lydia strikes fast. The ruby red light is a blur, but Sybil is faster. She levitates above the spot on the floor where Lydia's magic now smolders.
A wind fiercer than anything I've ever felt whips through us.