Chapter Twenty-Five
Trinity strode for the door, stepping into the corridor, locking the door behind her. Frowning at the increased noise, she ran towards Emery, anger rushing through her when she saw he fought Tarrant and two guards. A hand curled into a fist, while the other rose. There were no roots in here to call up, or lightning. The air rushed back towards her and she drew more of it, wanting to gather enough to knock them off their feet when she forced it at them.
“Trinity. No.” Tomas gasped the words out as she slowed near his cell door.
She had no idea what he was trying to tell her so gathered more air.
The Fae staggered, the guard closest to her dropping his sword, his hands tearing at his throat. The other three stopped fighting, using their swords to keep themselves uprig
