"We still have a chance!" I yelled defiantly, my voice echoing through the room. My anger grew as I glared at Lucien and Kenric, their eyes filled with a twisted, maniacal glee.
Lucien and Kenric lunged forward, their movements swift and predatory.
Aiden reacted instantly, his hand darting to his ankle. He drew the soul-killing dagger, its blade glinting in the dim light.
More guards poured into the room, their numbers overwhelming. I felt a surge of power coursing through me, a desperate plea for escape. Closing my eyes, I focused on the pain, the loss of Calix and Easton, the helplessness I had felt. This anger, this raw emotion, fueled my magic. A whirlwind of golden light erupted around us, sending our attackers flying. Some were knocked unconscious, while others struggled to their feet, dazed and disoriented.