Tessa stopped then. She was in the center of the arena, and she turned to face them. Energy flickered in violet glowing irises. Lifting a hand, Theon could only watch as she showed them the other band. “These trap us,” she said, and her voice wasn’t hers. It was otherworldly, somehow dark and light. Wild. Chaotic. “How long has she been able to take those off herself?” Luka asked, his voice low. “I don’t know,” Theon answered. “But she is very angry. Or her magic is.” “Probably both,” Luka finished. “Fuck.” Fuck indeed.
