CHAPTER 13
The knife flew towards Seb, the air around it almost whistling because it was travelling with such speed and force. Its aim was true and if not for Seb’s magical abilities, there was no way he could have prevented the blade burying itself hilt-deep in his chest.
But he did have magical abilities and if there was ever a time to use them, this was it.
A subtle flicker of his fingers, imperceptible to those who weren’t looking for it, and all around him everything stilled.
The knife stalled centimetres from Seb’s torso…
A drop of blood dripping from Zeke’s chin hung suspended in mid-air…
Max’s hand, reaching to cover his horrified eyes, looked almost fragile hanging in a weird no-man’s land…
Seb, his mouth in a tight line of determination, wrapped his hand around the handle
