Pain stabs inside my chest, as if all the broken shards of my soul have twisted, and their sharp edges are primed to attack. Power buzzes beneath my skin.
Without thinking, I jump over the table and place myself between Sin and the threat.
The titan stops just a foot away, towering over me. “Do you have any idea who you’re threatening right now?”
As he asks the question, the frost in the air becomes invasive. It seeps up through the floor and into my flesh, like it’s trying to root itself in my bones. White frost snakes up Sin’s legs.
That does it.
The tight lid I’ve managed to keep over my Creator power cracks, and the smallest threads of it clash with my Reaper power.
Violet electricity snaps to the surface, searing hot against the cold air. Every lick of power feels like a burn against my skin, and I’m painfully aware that I don’t have long before this becomes an uncontrollable storm.
The titan cocks his head, studying me with a predatory stillness.
Ice creeps up the walls.
“Vivian,” Ragna warns, but I don’t spare her a glance.
More bolts of purple energy crackle over my skin as rage surges through me.
Warmth starts to bleed back into the room.
The heat doesn’t feel reassuring, though; it feels alive and volatile, like one wrong breath could incinerate us all.
I don’t try to pull it back.
I will gladly burn this entire realm before I let this man hurt Sin.
“I have no problem with titans, but if you try to hurt the ones I care about, then I will not rest until you are locked back inside whatever hole you crawled out of,” I hiss.
A pulse of my power sparks against his. It feels like two storms brushing against each other. This creature is so powerful that even Sin’s power couldn’t touch it, but I will gladly go head-to-head if it keeps them safe.
As if directed by my fury, more violet bolts snap at the titan, crackling against an invisible but frigid wall of death.
The icy wall falters.
The titan’s brow lifts, and something like respect flickers over his features before he finally backs off.
“She’s my mate,” he finally admits in a low, rough voice. “And I want to know where she is, immediately.”
The ice in the room begins to thaw. The pace is unsteady and shuddering, like it’s reacting to the titan’s breaths.
His admission takes the edge off my anger.
He’s just worried for his mate. He isn’t a threat.
I let some of my energy dissipate. It rests just under my skin, burning through my veins. I keep it there, in case I need it again.
I try not to think about the fact that my power pushed his back.
That was definitely a fluke.
Absolutely not terrifying at all.
“She isn’t here,” Ragna finally interjects. Her arms are crossed, but she doesn’t look fazed as she continues, “Our search of the castle is nearly complete, but I am certain she’s long gone. Either Need took her, or she found some other way to escape.”
The titan grins, but it’s a twisted, dark expression that has me rethinking whether he’s a threat to Nymara.
