Chapter 37
Lucien rolled onto his back, flames burning all around him. His hands were curled tight, and his teeth ground into each other until his jaw muscle ached. Alarica was gone. All because he had shown a moment of weakness and let her in. She had stolen his magic, the one thing that would’ve given him a fighting chance.
Charlie crawled over to him. “We have to get out of here!”
“I had her, Charlie,” Lucien said. He raised his arm to his face. Sharp pain shot up his left shoulder where he was shot, making him grimace.
“It doesn’t matter right now. Come on.” Charlie took hold of his right arm and helped him stand. Behind them, a metal beam crashed to the floor. The heat stung Lucien’s skin. Any more and he would begin to blister.
“Hurry!” Liane yelled near the open doorway.
Lucie
