"Stop, Seth!"
Edith’s eyes widened in shock as she took in the chaotic scene before her. Seth was completely off his head, stumbling about in a drunken haze. Blood seeped through his black T-shirt, yet he just stood there laughing like a man possessed.
It was in that moment that something inside Edith snapped. A part of her, long buried in the depths of her subconscious, surged to the surface. She felt weightless, rising half a metre off the ground as the earth trembled beneath her. A violent gust of wind whipped around her, forming a swirling vortex of air that crackled with energy.
Her eyes glowed with a bluish aura, just like they had in the car park the night before. She locked her gaze onto the sharp object lodged in Seth’s chest—his face twisted in agony.
With a flick of her wris
