"I take it all back," Garrett repeated. His voice actually cracking. "I swear. I'm sorry. I—"
"Too late."
She stepped back and removed her forearm from his throat.
He slid slightly down the tree. Legs unsteady from the burns. His perfect composure completely shattered, reduced to a bleeding, scorched boy who couldn't quite believe what had just happened to him.
Then just as Livia raised her hand, another layer of Lava began to form.
"No, no, please listen to me—"
Before he could finish the sentence.
"All of you noble brats, tried ganging up on an alone girl..."
A chilling cold tone echoed from behind them.
"Pathetic!"
Livia turned her head.
And saw a figure with silver hair with blue streaks walked through the treeline. Ice spreading from her footsteps in delicate crystalline patterns, cooling the scorched earth, hardening the lava flows into black glass.
Blue eyes catching the, shone like sapphires.
