Quinn’s POV
The wasteland split open as the molten shadow lunged, flame and molten stone rippling from its form. It moved with Jace’s strength, Jace’s speed—too familiar, too real. When it roared, it was Jace’s voice that tore through the inferno.
“Rowan!” Quinn screamed, his throat raw, every muscle straining against the unseen force that held him pinned to the burning ground. He clawed at the ash, desperate, but the Sovereign’s command wrapped his body in chains of invisible fire. He couldn’t reach his son. He couldn’t protect him.
The molten figure raised its clawed hand, swinging down. The air rippled with heat.
But Rowan was faster.
Fire answered him.
With a cry that shook Quinn to his core, Rowan thrust his palms forward. A storm of golden-silver flame erupted, colliding with t
