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“No, you will not escape this!” she bellowed. “This ends here!” The ball of power in her hands grew larger and larger.
Branson grabbed me and I tried to create a shield, but it didn’t fully form, my powers weak.
She threw the power at us and an almost certain feeling of death filled me. There was nothing I could do.
“No!” Lily screamed.
My terror increased as Lily ran between the power and us, her little arms spread wide, and she screamed as the ball of oil slick colored power hit her.
Chapter
Twenty-Six
“Lily!” I screamed and dove towards her.
The power hit her little body and she closed her eyes.
In fear and amazement, we watched as the power absorbed into her, her body glowed with an odd purplish light, and her hair changed color to match the power, becoming streaked with purple and cyan blue.
She started to fall and I caught her in my dive, her body still radiating the power.
“How!” my adoptive mother screamed. “No!”
Caleb teleported with the others beside us and he took a split second to assess the scene before grabbing my adoptive mother in chains he created from the ground, and bound her in them. “What have you done?” he roared in her face. “What is that power?”
“She shouldn’t have been able to absorb it,” she whispered. “What kind of monster are you hybrids? You’re all monsters!”
Cradling Lily in my lap, I stroked her sleeping face with my hand. “Lily, wake up. Please, sweetheart, wake up.” Her heart beat and she breathed slowly, but her body was almost burning me to touch it.
Ezio crawled to us in his wolf form, whining, and bumped his nose against her hand that lay limply at my side.
“She’s alive,” I whispered.
“What was that power?” Caleb demanded.
“A curse to permanently alter personalities,” she said.
No! No, Lily can’t have absorbed that to protect us. What had it done to her?
“Lily,” I said and gently shook her. “Wake up, Lily.”
She groaned and her eyelids fluttered open. “Mama?” she asked and whined. “Body hurts.”
Hugging her against my chest, I sobbed softly. “I’m so sorry, Lily.”
“No cry,” she said and patted my back, her voice muffled as I hugged her.
Leaning back, I pulled a strand of her now magically-colored hair forward and showed her. “Your hair changed.”
She gasped and pulled as much of her hair forward as she could to look at it. “Pretty!” she squealed, stood, and danced in a circle while looking at her hair. “It’s so pretty.”
Well, at least she was happy about it.
“How do you feel?” I asked her.
She stopped dancing, pushed her hair back, and said, “Hungry.”
“How?” my adoptive mother shouted. “How did she absorb it without it changing her?”
