Damon was on his feet, Stella beside him, even as I lashed out with the gathered power I'd collected from the Black Soul attacks. The room went from quiet conversation to oppressively tense in about a half a second, though I moved through it easily, heading right for the leader of the invaders.
Haskell must have known something wasn't right, because before any of us could reach him he and his people were diving through a tunnel and out of sight, the end snapping closed before my power could shut him down. Though the echoing sound of his voice in my head just fed my anger.
We'll be in touch, he sent. And then he was gone.
I was about to go after him-where and how I had no idea, but no way was he escaping me-when Viviana's mind crashed into mine.
Well done, she sent. A job nicely accomplished. Sending the Black Souls scrambling is the kind of task I would have thought beyond you yet. But apparently the shifts in you