Barrons slammed a wall up in front of me. But not fast enough. I blasted through it. I was Barrons and she was on the ground and I was laughing— He slammed up another wall but didn’t get it reinforced fast enough. I toppled it. The bitch was dead. He slammed one more wall up. Too little, too late. I shattered it right out of existence. Every Fae in the queen’s court was screaming, fleeing for their lives, because the unthinkable had happened. One of their own had ceased to exist. One of their own had been killed. By me/Barrons/us.
