Perry ducked around the back of the temple, Sienna close behind. Two guards stood either side of a staircase, their attention distracted as they talked amongst themselves, unaware of the threat approaching. Zoe was in there, he was sure of it, and the thought of what his father might do to her made him feel sick.
Perry made it within a few meters before the guards saw him, eyes widening as they opened their mouths to shout a warning. He opened his palms and fired two perfectly aimed fireballs — small enough to swallow, expanding into a fast-burning flare.
The guards slumped to the ground, helmets smoking from the heat within.
Perry crept up the steps, wood creaking under his feet, the sound drowned out by the din of the celebratory crowd. He pushed open the door and slipped inside, hand
