Odette winced walked forward through the heat of her own magic, teeth clenched, tears cutting clean lines through the soot on her face. Her mother's face was contorted, but beneath the hollow eyes, beneath them, she could see something. A flicker. Her mothers' familiar pink eyes.
Mom.
She didn't have much time to react. She had to move quick.
She'd known he was coming. She'd positioned herself between Onyx and Ezelreth.
'Not this time.' and inner voice called to her from within. She couldn't lose her lover in this life the way she had lost him in her last.
As if reading her mind, he laughed.
He laughed hard and maniacally and then suddenly moved first.
She felt the amusement in his laugh.
This pissed her off.
She released it, all of it. All of the pent up fear and anger. The loss and death surrounding her, her whole life.
