They will not take Aidyn.
Issac’s mental voice radiated concern in her mind again, asking what she was doing, but she couldn’t answer. She wasraging.
These monsters had attacked her family.
They wanted her compliance? Fuck. That.
They could feel the wrath of her noncompliance instead.
Another bellow built in her throat, vibrating the air as more power spiked and left her fingertips, causing the ground to shake beneath her fury.
Hatred unlike anything she’d ever experienced set her veins on fire as images of the beach flashed in her head, the blood, the lives lost, the gruesome battle in this field before Luc’s home. She didn’t even know if he was still alive. Had Jacque teleported him out in time? Mateo? What about the other Guardians?
The only heads she’d seen belonged to Grace and Ash, but there had to be others. Jay had an entire guard, as did Luc. Were they all dead? Or just incapacitated? Would they wake again?
Tears streamed down her face, the sense of failure hitting her square in the gut and stirring more energy.
Heat.
Lava.
Electricity.
Her nails hurt, the rocky ground below biting into her skin, but she ignored it, her pain and anguish and anger flooding the atmosphere.
Those fucking Seraphim needed tofeel, tounderstand. They were tools. Weapons. Meaningless shells without emotion. They didn’t comprehend the meaning of life. They didn’t comprehend the meaning of family. They didn’t comprehend the meaning oflove.
She shoved it at them, forcing them to experience every ounce of existence, demanding theycomplywith the purpose ofliving.
Why exist without emotion?
Why exist without relationships?
Why exist withoutfeeling?
Her heart broke at their futile existence, her soul screaming at the injustice done to them.
Everyone around her wept, too.
Lizzie. Aidyn. Stas’s mom.
She felt their sorrow and channeled it into the web of existence she’d woven around the island.
Why live? Why exist? Why breathe at all?
These beings were cruel. They lacked purpose. They lived a life for nothing at all.
But she would make themfeel.
She would force them to comprehend the point of existence.
She would coerce their souls into experiencing sensation, intoexisting.
You. Will. Feel. Pain.
The pain of her loss. Of Issac’s loss. Of Luc’s loss. Of general loss. Of the potential loss of more lives, friends, loved ones, beings whomattered.
Electricity hummed around her, drawing the hairs up along her arms and legs. She was no longer cold. No longer wet from the waves. No longer a corporeal being at all.
