?“Because you have no control.”
?And a type of fury I hope is never pointed at me rolls through my fated as she slowly turns towards Esmirra of Ebony. I’m surprised Mavyn’s eyes are still pink with how much fire seems to be burning within her from her rage at the witch.
?“No control?” she repeats and the witch snaps her teeth at Mavyn.
?“Yes,” the witch hisses. “With you in any battle there’s no guarantee you won’t explode as you did before. You could wipe out all of Syngenia City. You let the celestials go and you stay here to train.”
?The Dean nods his head in agreement. “Yes, we cannot have a repeat of what happened on the eastern field in the city. There are too many innocents and we want to minimize as many casualties as possible.”
?My heart hurts for my fated as her expression turns guarded and she closes herself off.
?“She could be backup,” I try, but Varian shakes his head.
?Softly, he says, “They’re right, Mavyn, in that you are not cleared and you should train more. I do think you have control, but you are not trained in fighting with a group yet. We’ll be fine.”
?She looks at Varian with a blank expression and then turns to the Dean. “And what if the Kolasi or another blood witch appears?”
?I can tell the Dean is trying very hard not to bear his teeth at Mavyn.
?“Then they will handle it.”
?She turns on her heel and begins walking away without another word. The witch huffs in annoyance before turning to Thorne and demanding that he doesn’t die. Then she leaves too and the advisor says he’ll portal us to where the battle is beginning.
?There’s no warmup, no extra warning. Darian and Callahan jog over and the five of us grab our weapons before the advisor pulls a strong wind and we’re swept into a portal.
?It all happens so fast as I tunnel my focus to the battle coming. Letting everything else fall from my mind because I cannot have any distractions. Alexandros does not hold back – for anyone.
?Including now, with witches and mages raining fire down from the skies upon the city.
?“Unholy gods,” Varian whispers and I second it. Because what the fuck is he thinking.
Thirty-Six
Mavyn – Februis 27
Higherby The Score is blasting in my ears as I pummel into Kyno’s sparring gloves. After my first punch he said he had to put them on because today was apparently not going to be a rest day in training. Which more or less means we don’t have to go so hard today.
?Too bad.
?I’m. . . fuming.
?Uncontrollable.
?Minimize casualties.
?And how many casualties did we have when I wrote my death blow? When Iexploded.
?I want to rage and my magic wants to ravage.
?No control?
?How the fuck can they say that when I am like I am now. You can barely scent me with how contained my aura and magic is despite my emotions so volatile others can pick up on them right now.
?Kyno steps back letting me know he needs a break. We’ve been at this for an hour and nothing has dialed down.
?I rip my earbuds out as Ricka approaches. Her hands on her hips as she glances between me and the creepy shifter.
?She tilts her head towards the open roller door. “You need a real release and I’m not going to have you create a hole in Kyno’s hands. So let’s go.”
