A muscle twitched in Wilder’s jaw as he looked from her magic to the question in her eyes. ‘Bring it down,’ he said at last. ‘Bring the whole fucking thing down.’ He didn’t need to ask her twice. Thea rallied her strength, her power, and threw everything she had at the Scarlet Tower. The place that had held her love captive, that had hurt him, that had seen monsters created and thrust upon the midrealms… ‘I am the storm,’ she told herself. She let her lightning rage, right alongside her heart, and she split the gods-damned tower in two.
