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Finishing the spell on a ferocious shout, I whooped as a thick, deadly ice dagger formed in each of my palms.
My aim was true and sweet as I hurled the daggers at the gobbelins on the ledge, hitting two of them square in the chest. They flailed and toppled backward over the wall, back into the other section.
“Give me one,” Blaise yelled gleefully, and I rushed through the spell again, this time ending up with something thinner but longer, more like a spear.
She grabbed it from my outstretched hand and hurled it toward one gobbelin who had broken free of the crowd fighting the oso. The ice spear hit the gobbelin in the shoulder, and it roared.
More of them began to break free of the oso, and I realized it was dying. The gobbelins were regrouping, coming for us.
Chanting as fast as I could, I formed more and more ice weapons, throwing them when I could, but letting everyone else work with me.
We may not have started this Trial as a team, but we were making it look good now.
A shadow passed above us, and I looked up to see another fucking harpy with a noble on its back.
“Liking the fucking show?” I screeched, wishing I could hurl an ice javelin right through the noble’s neck. But I didn’t want to waste a weapon or risk hitting the poor harpy. He had no choice in the matter.
“Watch out,” Kas cried, darting out from our cover before anyone could stop him. A body was falling from the sky - a blood slave had been pushed from the harpy’s back as the noble cackled.
“Kassian, no!” I screamed, seeing two gobbelins racing toward him even as he ran to catch the falling slave. I hurled an ice dagger, but it was too late.
CHAPTER THIRTY
KANA
I would have died a thousand times, rather than see the gobbelins smash their clubs down on my handsome thief’s slim body, spraying his blood into the air as he screamed in pain.
They killed the slave.
They killed Kas.
And I blacked out, losing complete control of my body as I launched myself from Luca’s shoulders and into the fray. My mind was nothing but feral rage, and I couldn’t tell if I was using my whip or my ice magic or my fangs.
I was going to kill them all.
And somewhere in all that blackness, the ice took over. My stomach burned with cold, and I felt the freezing magic from theBook of Iceleaking from its pages and searing up into my veins, up my throat and out of my mouth. Out of my fingers and toes. Weaving into every strand of my hair.
