I helped anyway. Not believing my very own eyes.
I followed her, expecting her to collapse in my arms. She didn’t.
We reached the doorway, and I saw the guard at the end of the corridor raise his weapon.
Silver gun.
Both hands.
Clean aim.
At Aiden’s head.
No.
My body moved before my brain did, but the world was suddenly too slow, too thick, too f*****g far away.
Aiden threw the empty gun.
It hit the guard’s face.
Not enough.
The guard staggered.
Recovered.
Lifted the weapon again.
Eden did not speak.
She did not snarl.
She did not lift a hand.
She simply looked.
And the universe answered.
The air split open, golden lightning tore out of the room with the violence of a star being born angry.
It did not come from the ceiling.
It did not come from a weapon.
It came fro
