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Layla
“Where are your manners?” Carlyn asked, sugar lacing each one of her words. “Leaving without saying goodbye?” She tsked, shaking her head. “That’s not very polite.”
Monologuing in the middle of a fight like an evil tyrant? Carlyn had definitely changed.
I sent my magic to my fingertips. “Get out of our way, Carlyn.”
She leaned forward and smiled. “Or what?”
That was it. Despite the exhaustion that took over every inch of my body, the pain in my wrists and arms, and the dizziness that threatened to send me under, I threw my hand out and sent a black bolt directly at her chest. She gasped and stepped to the side, deflecting it. Oh, so she hadn’t been expecting me to attack?
I threw one bolt after the other, forcing her to step back. Meanwhile, Varian controlled his fire, keep
