Nyctophobia (noun): abnormal fear of darkness.
My thoughts blanked.
Arabella and Sadie were missing.
Once again, Iâd lost my fucking Revered in the middle of a battle. Once again, we failed her.
This time, she wasnât nearby.
Weâd checked.
For some heinous reason, the bond sickness wasnât working when we actually needed it.
I opened my mouth and bellowed, scarlet flames pouring out as I burned the infected and ungodly to ash.
Since weâd come to this realm, since Iâd realized what Arabella was to me, my powers had been intensifying. My flames burned hotter and brighter, and I had no urge to hold them back.
The fire wanted to destroy the world, and I wanted to destroy the world for her.
Our interests were aligned.
âWe canât find them anywhere. Weâve done an entire sweep of the castle,â Jaxâs panicked voice crackled over the earpiece.
âWhere the fuck IS MY REVERED?â I bellowed like a mad man.
When weâd realized that both Arabella and Sadie were missing, Iâd ordered everyone to fan out and search for them.
Finding Arabella was the priority.
Fuck the war.
Fuck the High Court. Theyâd cautioned me against unleashing too much of my power because they didnât want me to go mindless with rage and accidentally kill the soldiers on our side.
Too late.
I was mindless.
Flames of pure destruction poured off me as I scorched the last dozen ungodly that remained. Before their ashes had touched the ground, Iâd already turned and was running down the hall toward the group.
We had to find Arabella.
I couldnât lose her.
I wouldnât survive.