Sarah’s POV
I raced with Nyssandra down the floating stone pathway into the temple’s main space. The floating doors vibrated and bumped around the building.
“The temple is under attack,” she cried.
The nearest wall exploded, knocking us from the stone steps and sending us tumbling across the floor in dust and debrie.
Nyssandra screamed in rage and floated above the ground, eyes going white. She was consumed by her gift.
I didn’t know what to do. I followed her. We went to the entranceway with the line carved into the stone. I passed over it. Looking back, the room was once again empty. Men were dragging off other women by the hair.
I hadn’t even known others lived and worked here. Nyssandra screamed, and lightning shot from her fingertips.
The men wore Andrew’s insignia. But no
