My bloody blade in one hand, I raised the other toward my father’s second, Erlik, the one who I hated the most, who had personally thrown me into my cell below Näkt Mir years ago. He was swinging his sword down on one of my allies. “Etheline,” I whispered. Fire surged from my palm like an arrow of flame across the room, hitting Erlik before his sword hit his target. He instantly burst into flame then fell to the floor in a pile of blackened bones and ash.
