He stood, the magic illuminating his hands. “Let’s begin with this, to stick with a recent theme.”
What now?
He spoke his intention to burn me alive from the inside out. And with a flick of his wrist, he did.
At least the searing, unholy pain lasted for less than a minute until the screaming darkness claimed me again.
Ugh. What a ball ache.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
SILVANUS
Barreling through the front door, I carried Medusa and Elio out of the burning house before my serpentine friend could summon a portal.
Fueled by a cocktail of adrenaline, fury, and heartache, I brought them to a safe distance as guards swarmed around me and the city alarms screamed.
They collapsed onto their backsides at the same time, faces grubby with soot.
I seethed, hungry for violence.
“Paris,” I said, sniffing the air.
Aidan will die a thousand deaths…
Medusa jumped up, taking me by the shoulders. “We have to get to Elio’s parents.”
The elf came up beside her. “In this state?”
I barely registered them, my concerns for anything other than Paris fading away.
“Where did he take him?” I questioned, studying the sky.
My friend shook me. “Silvanus, please.”
Hold on. Go to those elves without Paris?
“No,” I answered. “We need Paris first. He’s the one with the power.”
She sighed. “Then…then what do we do?” She wiped soot from her face.
My chest constricted. My friend was in distress, anguish gleaming in her lovely eyes.
I cupped her face. “I’ll find him. Go back to the palace.”
“But what about you?”
I looked to the guards spread across the hillside, emergency services crawling toward us by air and land to battle the fire.
“We’ve attracted too much attention,” I answered. “Go home. Wait for me.” I glanced at Elio. “Both of you. I can’t have you getting hurt.”
I noticed Elio’s throat bob.
Not this elf.
I want to see the other one. The shining one.
“Go,” I commanded. “Now.”
