Krystal watched as Prospero’s eyes darted toward Zale, his eyes flashing and his chin clenched— an indication that he was not happy with Zale’s words one bit.
“How dare you speak to me like that?!” Prospero thundered, his voice almost sounding guttural. “How can you go against your father? If you are not going to join me, then you might as well get the hell out of here!”
Zale stood his ground, glaring back at his father. “I’m not leaving. I am not leaving her.”
“Then die with her.” Prospero growled, holding out his hands. To Krystal’s surprise, dark powers, resembling heavy wisps of smoke, spilled out of his hands and he wasted no time, hurling them toward Zale.
Krystal moved before she could even think. Her only priority was protecting Zale at that moment. Her hands shot out, dark a
