Aurora's POV
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"Goddess." She cursed, ducking just in time before the blast hit her.
When she rolled over to the other side, the sickly yellow blast hit the wall behind the front desk, sending dust and debris flying upon impact.
Aurora quickly straightened her posture, eyes flicking to the hole in the wall before whipping her head toward the man.
She refused to register him as 'Magnus' mentally.
It'll make it so much easier to punch a hole through his damn throat.
"Tell your leaders at the Dark Hand that they might have some stupid control over my father," she raised her right arm as she spoke, her eyes lighting up with a bright silver light.
The gesture caused her silver aura to surround her body like living flames. Her silver hair flowed above her and her gown sparkled like a starry sky around her.
"But they will never have control over me." Aurora finished.
