Chapter 17
I turned back at Aria to see her focused, palms extended. I could hear her soft and focused breath as the storm swam around us, blanketing the two of us with snow. There was no mercy in those silver eyes of hers. There was nothing at all.
“Go!” Caen snapped and I ran forward again, making our way out of Oakhenge.
I couldn’t help but take one last glance at the terrified soul, his entire face covered in an orb of water. He lay on the ground, scratching at his throat, air bubbles escaping onto the surface as he did so. This is when I realized the scope of Aria’s capacities and a cold sinking feeling enveloping me. She could be a monster.
“Got a plan for the storm?” Caen shouted through the howling blizzard as I shuttered back into reality.