Bit by bit, she burned him up. Starting at
his limbs, working inward.
And when her magic began to slow, Yrene
held out a hand.
She didn’t feel the sting of her palm
cutting open. Barely felt the pressure of the
callused hand that linked with hers.
But when Dorian Havilliard’s raw magic
barreled into her, Yrene gasped.
Gasped and turned into starlight, into
warmth and strength and joy.
Yrene’s power was life itself. Pure, undiluted
life.
It nearly brought Dorian to his knees as it
met with his own. As he handed over his
power to her, willingly and gladly, Erawan
prostrate before them. Impaled.
The demon king screamed.
Glad. He should be glad of that pain, that