Jaxon's eyes were locked on Emma Eldritch, who was about to get a crash course in what happens when you piss off the Master Mage of Drakencrest.
Storm-blue magic formed in both of his fists.
But before it went anywhere, Jaxon realized the white light wasn't something he could just walk through.
"Let me in, Your Highness," he called to Guinevere.
At that moment, Brennan Pike ran into the throne room, skidding on the obsidian. He looked about as happy to see his ex-girlfriend as expected, which is to say he would rather set himself on fire.
His gaze landed on Nicholas next and he sprinted towards him. Dark magic was pointed at his Alpha. Not on his watch.
THWACK.
His nose pancaked against the white light.
The barrier held. Everything else about Brennan folded like a shit soufflé in a wind tunnel. He bounced backwards one full step, both hands flying to his face, eyes watering, a noise leaving his mouth that sounded like a duck getting steamrolled by a horse.
