Chapter Thirty
Tristan’s POV
Light.
Blinding, molten light.
It tore through the corridor like a blade, it was searing, holy, wild, swallowing stone, shadow, and breath. The last thing I saw before it consumed everything was her. Gabriella, standing in the center of it, her hair fanned out in a halo of gold and black, her eyes no longer hazel, no longer human , but molten silver and burning sun, Ava and Gabriella fused into one terrible, beautiful force.
Then nothing happened.
I came to on the cold stone floor, smoke and dust thick in my lungs. My ears rang with the echo of the explosion; the air stank of scorched ozone and burned magic.
“Gabriella!” I coughed, forcing myself up. My palms slipped on the slick stone — blood, mine or someone else’s, I didn’t know.
The corridor had bee
