Page 164 of Savage Crown

But he goes flying.

Flying.

His body crashes into the jagged rocks with a sickening crack.

Rylan slams his dagger into another’s throat, but he is watching me now.

I can feel it.

The last soldier hesitates.

He knows.

He sees it.

The way my body moves, the way I don’t breathe, don’t sweat, don’t flinch.

I step toward him.

He runs.

I should let him go.

I don’t.

I move faster than thought.

One second, he’s there.

The next I have him by the throat.

His body thrashes, legs kicking.

He is taller than me.

Stronger.

But I hold him without effort.

The realization hits me like ice.

I am not weak anymore.

Not human.

Not entirely.

I am something else.

I tighten my grip.

He chokes, claws at my wrist.

Rylan’s voice is low, steady.

"Seraphina."

It is not a warning.

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