EMMA
A burst of white light exploded between them, I gasped seeing this, I have alway heard of fights being this way not seeing it.
It wasn't a fire or lightning. It was something else raw energy pulsing from the ground like it had clawed its way from the depths of the earth.
Ian's body lifted off the ground like a ragdoll, tossed backwards in a blur. He hit the dirt beside me with a thud, skidding a few feet, then groaning as he rose to one knee.
The cloaked woman, silver-haired and hollow-eyed, wasn't so lucky. The force hurled her back, crashing into a stone wall with bone-jarring impact. Cracks webbed out behind her like the wall itself was afraid of her.
She slumped… but didn't fall.
Her fingers twitched against the broken stone. Her head lifted slowly, lips parting in disbelief. Her gaze shifted from Ian… to me.
And her voice, when it came, was filled with quiet rage.
"Why… why does he have your power?"
My breath caught.
My power…?
