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Argh! Argh! Argh!

I was vaguely aware of Cornwell teleporting out a split-second before I erupted, my flames exploding out of me every which way and ripping through the bathroom and my chambers alike.

I thrust my hands up and they obliterated the roof too, and I soared up in full fiery phoenix form, my power streaming violently at the dome reinforced by Abigail’s angel magic.

I heard shouts and people running for cover in the distance.

But it quickly all slipped away.

And all that remained were the flames.

24

~Orpheus~

Motherfuck.

A thunderous explosion rocked the east wing of Electi Academy, devastating its structural integrity, walls blown to smithereens, windows shattering, entire chambers taken out.

All in a whirlwind of violent flames.

Talon!

Screams and cries erupted all around me, shocked chatter sounding through my army before me as everyone swung their heads to take in the destruction and then the emergence of Talon soaring into the sky in full phoenix form.

Utterly enraged.

Shrieking in phoenix tongue, he fired at Abigail’s ward, the celestial magic shuddering under the absolute full force of his power.

Completely unrestrained.

Absolutely out of control.

My IC Watch beeped and vibrated, just like it had been doing for the last couple of hours as I’d been immersed in the drills and training I’d been conducting with my soldiers.

It was my father, probably just checking in. I’d respond later once my task was complete and a good session had been had.

Well, and oncethishad also been dealt with.

A gust of wind whipped around me a second before Xavier was at my side, looking up with a whole lot of shock in his eyes as he took in what the rest of us were—Talon Creed at his most dangerous and devastating.

“I heard him warn me to get out a few seconds before this happened. It gave me time to evacuate everyone else in that wing too. Thank fuck.”

“How did this happen?”

“I have no idea. I left him to take his shower and get dressed for class. It was just under ten minutes.”

“We had him calmed. Something’s done this to him.”

“Or someone.”

“Perhaps.”

I unfurled my wings, intending to fly up there and try to talk him down, but Xavier snagged my arm. “No. In this state, he could burn you to ash.”

“If I don’t try, he could burn everyone here to ash. And that ward isn’t going to hold up much longer against a fully unleashed phoenix hopped up on pure rage.”

It was one of the few things that could give angel magic a run for its money.

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