Lila’s POV
All around me, the world was on fire. Plumes of black smoke billowed into the dusk sky as flames roared through the supply tents. As I staggered back, the heat stinging my cheeks, the pungent smell of charred meat and burning cloth stuck in my throat. Kian's howl of rage could hardly be heard over the roaring fire across the flames.
"Lila!"
I whirled—and stopped. Just ten yards away, the disloyal sentry stood with his dagger soaked with blood that wasn't his. He repeated what I had observed him say previously, his lips curving into a sneer: "Moonstone dies." He then made a lunge.
It was instinct. The sentry crashed into a flaming tent as my hands sprang up and a burst of wind erupted from my palms, not the uncontrollable hurricane from the cave but a concentrated torrent. Hi
