Hunt’s lightning flared at his fingertips, and Bryce set her feet apart. “Ready?” he asked. Tharion roused himself enough to turn over, propping his head on a fist. Bryce scowled at him, but the mer only waggled his brows in encouragement. She faced Hunt again, right as the angel hurled his lightning at her like a spear. It zinged against her chest, a direct hit, and then she was glowing, power singing, soaring— Two feet in front of the windows. She’d no sooner thought the command than she appeared across the space. Exactly two feet from the windows. Back to a foot before Hunt. She appeared
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