Danielle's eyes were solid white and glowing as she tilted her head to the side, slowly raising her hand towards the Hunter. She felt power course through her, more controlled than that morning at the Williams estate.
"Shut up," she said, a stream of silver light shooting from her hand and flowing through his open lips, the laughter choking in his throat.
The silver light poured out of her fingertips, surrounding the Hunter's entire body, as he struggled for freedom. She flipped her hand over and raised it palm up, and his body rose into the air.
She heard a collective gasp from behind her and sniffed the air. Seth. Emory. Three guards. Connor was there. They were no threat to her.
"You had your little speech, Hunter. Now, I get to talk."
"They'll write songs about you, you claimed? T
