Chapter Thirty-TwoI never hit the ground.
My descent stopped inches from the floor while Madrigue was flung to the other end of the room.
“That's enough!” Zantry thundered. The anger in his voice shocked me. I had never heard such rage from him before, not even when it was aimed at Remo.
“What are you doing?” Lee snapped.
With measured motions, I stood, Zantry's energy supporting me like a warm, familiar cocoon. Madrigue was at the far end, Roderick and another guard supporting him.
I gave myself a few seconds to compose. I pointed my sword into the palm of my left hand and pushed. The blade recognized my blood and disintegrated into light, disappearing once my palms met. I wiped my face on the shirt, the sleeve coming out bloody. There were holes in the shirt too–I knew I would ruin
