[Xanthea]
Ezra stood motionless. His knuckles cracked as he curled his fingers into a tight fist. A chill quavered down my spine as he turned around, his glare stripping nerves right off my skin.
The surrounding air grew thick with an ominous tension.
“This has never happened before. I warned you, didn’t I, Xanthea? You plant discord among us again, and I will kill you,” he snarled as his growl sunk deeper and deeper into my bones.
Feebly clutching Asher, I felt a tremble run through my entire body.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I mumbled in half daze and half dread.
Shadows erupted around Ezra, consuming him in a swirling spiral of pitch-black flames. A daunting gravity collapsed around me, pulling me into the depth of my grave.
Tearing through the curtain of dark flames, emerged a figur
