"Another demon?" she said casually, as though the sight of Caelen's form was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
Her delicate hand rose, and in the air before her, a shimmer rippled. It spread across her body like water over glass, forming a thin, mirror-like barrier that glowed faintly.
Her eyes sharpened. "You really are an incubus. I hate your type. But don't think your tricks will work on me."
He didn't waste time with words. His body surged, arcs of lightning crackling across his arms and shoulders, the familiar chant already burning in his throat.
[Lightning Aegis]—
He never finished.
A hand gripped his wrist. Emma's.
Her voice cut through the storm, trembling yet firm.
"[Soothing Bloom]."
A rush of soft, radiant light bloomed around him, enveloping his body. The harsh crackle of lightning faltered, collapsing against the warmth that poured from her spell.
The rage in his chest, the need to strike, to kill, sputtered and vanished like smoke.
