Page 137 of Amethyst and Iron
She was threatening to kill him.
She wouldn’t.
No, she wouldn’t.
Velra didn’t have it in her to take a life.
But I’d been away. I hadn’t been with her in the aftermath of her… of her dying… again.
What if—no. No.Velra wasn’t capable of that.
But as I started toward Victor, intending to knock the bastard out, Sorin screamed as frost traveled up his legs, moving rapidly, all the way to his waist, then up his torso too.
His power snuffed out, and then he was there from the pecs down encased in shimmering frost, Velra holding him there at her mercy as he screamed from the freezing temperature, his skin even turning blue.
Her left hand remained steady, somehow controlling both her shadows and frost at once.
And then she raised her right and purple lightning shot forth, tearing into him, striking all over his face, his upper body, his shoulders, making him writhe and scream out into the night.
“Stop!Stop!”He panted wildly. “Please!Please, sister!”
“Sister?” she spat, standing right in front of him now, as her lightning continued to ravage him. “Now you say it like a prayer. When you need something from me. When you’re afraid. Trying to make me see reason. Similar to me trying to do the same, to break through your fanatism and hatred. But you paid it no mind. In fact, you murdered me. Without hesitation. Without blinking.” Her lightning ceased and she grasped his jaw. “So, should I grant you mercy now? In light of that? To my former family who’s made it a mission to torment me, to hurt me, allbecause of what I am? Not even who I am? Whoyouare, not what you are is why I’m doing this to you.”
The rush of power I’d felt, which I now realized had been me sensing it miles out, finally descended.
A lightshow of magic came through the trees, twenty magic wielders hidden in the darkness appearing in a semi-circle, fanning out.
Cassius reacted, thrusting out streams of his white power that shocked the shit out of me as it tore into them all like a tidal wave, snuffing out their power as he ripped them all off their feet in one go.
They scrambled, trying to get back up.
And then blurs of movement shot through the area.
Vampires.
Not young ones either.
Shit.
“Our friends,” Victor croaked.
Puritas.
This was one of their contingents.
As more movement caught my eye, bursts of teleportation to my left over near Victor, I felt Light Fae magic.
Growls and howls sounded in the distance.
Wolves.
I strained to make out the identities of any of them, but unlike that recruitment meeting that my dad had decimated, all the faces were blurred with magic, making every single one of them unrecognizable.
These weren’t new recruits then. They were long-time, established members.
And they’d come for two of their most valued.
“Leave the wolf hybrid,” Victor uttered.
