Skylar's POV
The city went dark.
One second, the skyline was lit up like a Christmas tree, all glittering lights and neon signs. The next? Nothing. Just this eerie, suffocating blackness that swallowed everything. I stood there, frozen, staring out the window of the council's headquarters. My reflection stared back at me, pale and wide-eyed, like I'd just seen a ghost.
"Skylar!" Jace's voice snapped me out of it. He was crouched behind an overturned table, his gun trained on the door. "Get down! They're coming!"
I dropped to the floor just as the door burst open. Council guards poured in, their weapons raised, their faces hidden behind those stupid black helmets. I hated those helmets. They made everyone look the same, like robots or something.
Jace! I hissed, crawling toward him. What's the plan?
He turned to me, his jaw clenched. Plan? You're asking me for a plan now?
"Well, yeah! You're the one with the gun!"