It was impossible to see through the deluge.Nothing, absolutely nothing could burn in this rain.Wind pushed the water away from Wave and blasted everyone around her.The urge to scream rose in her beyond the point of holding back.
She lent her voice to the storm.It howled deafening shrieks that rendered her enemies helpless, tearing into their minds and pushing them to their knees.Wave poured her desperation, loneliness, and hurt into that voice and pleaded for the storm to cover it up.
The power knew it belonged to her even if she hadn’t claimed it.It bent to her will.Still hers, even though she had spent her whole life trying to push it down and deny or control it.
The siren screamed its defiance to the air, and the storm took the sound and made it its own.The well of an heir apparent, the well that Wave had never wanted to have because it meant her father was truly, irrevocably dead, pulsed with so much power.
Wave let it out, let it rage.She had been holding back, denying who she was,whatshe was, for too long.It felt unbelievably good to let it all out.It was cathartic not caring about consequences for one glorious moment.
Just let the storm rage.
Chapter 52 – Irishen
Fightingthroughthestormwasn’t easy, but at least Irishen could stay on his feet.He kept dragging Justin with him through the fallen bodies, pouring rain, and howling wind.Somehow, he knew where to go.Felt the pull toward the eye of the storm.
They hadn’t been attacked at first, Elena’s brother had tried to lure him out of the campus.When Justin had refused to go, they had tried to force them to leave.It didn’t take a genius to figure out something was up.
Still, Elena had played it well.They had been following her on the other side of the campus when she’d had someone portal her away, and her brother had stepped in.So, either Hell Realm was involved in Elena’s schemes, or Elena was involved in theirs.
Either way, Irishen’d had enough.Their engagement was over, and his family could bite the dust for all he cared.Elena’s family was more than welcome to declare war on them.He would wipe the floor with Elena and her power if it came to that.
Where she was strong and powerful, he was strong, powerful,andhe had spent a lot of time training and learning every trick he could against any fire element.She would lose.
“Are you sure we’re going the right way?”Justin gasped past the wind.Irishen only nodded and kept going.
Slowly, they reached the center of the campus, where the storm was roaring.It took him a moment to realize that all the fighting was over.Only a few beings could withstand the storm enough to even stay upright; the rest were cowering on the ground.
It wasn’t raining so hard anymore, but the wind was whipping around the thickest mist Irishen had ever seen.It felt like needles against his skin, and the wind held a sound—a raging warning to stay back, to stand down.
Most seemed to listen to it.Even Justin was covering his ears as Irishen dragged him forward, refusing to leave him behind.
From a building, more figures emerged, also stumbling over the rubble to get down.Irishen didn’t need to see clearly to know one of them was Hellion, so he changed course to them.They were all moving slowly, but inexorably toward the storm, still raging strong if rainless.
It seemed that Grant could walk on his own, barely and behind Marc, but on his own.Hazard was holding onto Hellion like Justin was to him.They met by the fountain that was still miraculously standing and braced together.No one spoke.
The storm kept raging, but slowly the mist thinned enough to see.Then it wafted away, leaving behind only the wind and two figures standing in the middle of it.
“Sinister,” Hazard sounded relieved.
“This is not his doing,” Marc said.“That power has heir apparent power written all over it, but he’s not one yet.Neither is Wayla.”
The wind wailed in response.
“What.Is.She?”Hellion ground out.Irishen wanted to point out the obvious, but kept his mouth shut.There were enough little inconsistencies, that stormbringer didn’t quite match as well as he would have liked.
“Well,” Grant, the ever-sensible, said, “who and whatever she is, we’d better be prepared to deal with this mess the moment she lets that storm go.It’s winding down.”
He was right.Justin and Hazard were standing on their own now.It looked like Sinister was talking to Wayla, at least based on the way his arms were flying.Irishen took a step forward just as Sinister opened a portal and pulled Wayla through.
The storm died down and left behind only silence.
Chapter 53 – Wave
Wave’sheartpoundedinher ears, and she would have slumped to the ground, but Sinister reached out and grabbed her.His expression was tight and his eyes wide as he pulled her through the portal.
She wasn’t sure where she expected to land, but in a bed with a gorgeous, and naked, female wasn’t it.The woman’s eyes flared wide, and she gasped as Sinister followed her in.
“Sinister, what the ever-loving fuck?”the woman screeched.
