Storm of Secrets and Sorrow (Legacy, #2)

by Melissa K. Roehrich

And it did just that. Blinding bright light flared as the band slipped free. Even with the shield in place, Theon felt the tremors of energy skitter across the stone floor. There was no way they’d be able to control this. He braced himself for the collision of power, praying to the gods, the Fates, anyone who would listen. Her light collided with power, and the force of it sent him flying into the arena wall. He felt the agony in his side that was likely ribs cracking, but he scarcely registered the pain. Because her power hadn’t crashed into his darkness or Luka’s black flames. It had collided with flames of pure white, shadows and something other dancing among the fire. Two figures had appeared out of the very air. One in black clothing that was…not modern, but somehow elegant and fitting for the male. Fine gold and red thread ran along the edges, and he wore boots that Theon was certain had a knife slid down the side. His gold and silver mask hid half of his features. But the other figure? She had silver hair. Her black dress had deep slits up the side, and when she moved, Theon could see the daggers strapped to her thighs. She had panthers of pure shadow prowling around her as white flames poured from her, going head-to-head with Tessa’s golden light.