I watched as Lakalros was hurled into the sky. My right arm trembled violently, still crackling with the searing fury of Wrath.
But he was still alive.
Very much alive.
And he'd be back—soon.
"We need to go. Now," I snapped, glancing over at Alicia. "Alicia, move!"
She nodded without hesitation. But Amaya… she just stood there, her gaze locked on me like she was looking straight through my skin and into something deeper.
"Stop spacing out," I growled and grabbed her wrist, dragging her behind me as I turned and sprinted. There was no time. Not if we wanted to survive.
{Are you really going to run away, Samael?}
Nemes's voice slithered through my mind.
What?
I blinked, narrowing my eyes as I ran.
{Kill him, Samael. You know he'll catch up. You can't leave him breathing.}
I felt her voice as much as I heard it.
{What are you so afraid of?}
She murmured.
{He can't kill you. No one can. But he can hurt the ones you love. Are you going to let that happen again?}
