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I saw nothing where they were aiming.

Then I saw them.

Distant points of light. A dozen of them. Maybe more.

And they were growing larger.

Shouts echoed up through the palace. Boots thudded as they rushed in my direction.

Meanwhile, those lights grew bright and more defined. They drifted apart, forming a wide arc. They streaked through the sky, heading directly for me.

The sensation in the pit of my gut drew tighter, firmer, as if working to a crescendo.

Was this what Garrick’s instincts were telling him was going to happen?

The defensive turrets opened fire, shooting powerful bolts of plasma at the open sky.

The points of white light spun end over end, turning to avoid the worst of the flak.

Half the lights blinked out of existence after the first barrage.

The other half kept screaming toward the palace.

I backed away from the window. I couldn’t just stand there, an easy target.

I was halfway across the room when the doors flew open.

Garrick turned to the open window and threw out an arm. His eyes bulged.

“No!” he bellowed.

One of the lights morphed into a shuttlecraft, war class, its undercarriage glowing bright and blinding.

The defensive turrets would swat them from the sky before they reached the outer walls.

But their goal wasn’t to take me away. They weren’t there to abduct me and take me hostage. The blinding purple haze winding up to release its dangerous payload told me that much.

It was a powerful ion cannon charging up to be released.

Not much of my quarters in the west wing of the palace would be left after the shot had been fired.

There was a pure moment of calm as I peered back at Garrick, who sprinted across the open space toward me.

I didn’t know what he thought he could do. All he could do was die with me. There was no way he was going to prevent what was going to happen next.

The high-end ion cannon released its devastating payload.

The white-hot liquid plasma was as thick as I was tall. It screamed as it tore through the air, turning it electric. It made my hair stand on end.

The bolt struck the floor of the bed chamber and hurled me off my feet.

Wind. Fire. Water.

I came into contact with all three elements within seconds of each other.

The plasma struck the floor and smashed it into huge chunks in an instant.

Garrick was hurled back toward the door. I was thrown toward the balcony on the opposite side of the room.

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