Mikel was moving before his mind could register the jump as various shades of green flames twisted around him. The display reminded him of the boy of ice from his dreams; the fragile boy who pushed people away, who caved in on himself. If Mikel let Theodore have his way, would that boy of ice refreeze?
Mikel thought so as he stood just behind Theodore. Adrian was kicking, gasping on the ground just below the young Warlock. The hunter was filled to the brim with a primal panic. He couldn’t grasp a clear train of thought-let alone properly fight back.
Theodore’s palms burn with an awful intensity as the life in Adrian’s eyes slowly began to drain. He was dying, Theo was killing him, and nobody had any power to stop him.
Mikel gripped Theodore’s shoulders. He didn’t know why the flames we
