Even though I knelt less than a foot away from Ambrus and Lucius, I felt so helpless. I just watched as Ambrus’ knife came down toward Lucius’ neck, which would undoubtedly kill Lucius even if it didn’t take his head off. I reached out one hand toward him, but I could not reach far enough to actually stop him.
All of a sudden, the doors burst open and a small lightning bolt came out of nowhere and struck Ambrus’ knife hand. The knife flew out of Ambrus’ hand while he cursed and held his hand against his chest, his eyes widening in shock at his smoking fingers.
“What was that?” said Ambrus, his voice slightly tinged with pain. He looked toward the doors. “Who shot that lightning bolt at me? A traitor?”
“That would assume I even worked for you in the first place,” said a familiar voice on
