Vincent was lying on the floor where Bryan aimed the dead man’s gun at his head. Bryan looked at me as my hands shook. Even when I had killed the other four men in Mauritius, I hadn’t come close to using the amount of magic that I had just used by burning her.
“Are you okay?” he asked me and I nodded as I stood upright. I walked over to them and I pulled Vincent up by his shirt, his eyes were full of fear as he looked at me.
“You tried to ruin my life,” I said to him as his eyes blinked rapidly.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.
“You will be,” I said to him as I pushed him down to the floor and ripped his shirt open.
“Please don’t kill me!” he screamed.
“Stǫðva.” Vincent stopped moving on the floor immediately. “Skera” I said and Bryan looked at me as my hand moved over his chest in a downw
