Book 8: Secret Powers

Sydney

Kenna’s anguished screams slows time to a halt the moment my powers finally break through the manacles on my ankles and wrists. 

It’s too late. 

I’m too late. 

Evander falls face first, unable to save himself from hitting the floor.

I feel like everyone is moving in slow motion. Kenna sprints forward, her shadows billowing out around her as her face twists with despair. Guards move in, blades drawn in her direction. 

And Gabriel is grinning like a madman as he turns back to Brie. 

Fuck, no. 

My body screams in pain as I lurch forward, shouting in rage, agony, and desperation as I collide with the nearest guard. The man falls to the ground with a crunch. I leap off his body, his ribs cracking beneath my feet as I jump, begging the Goddess to help me gather enough power to shift. 

We’re all so weak right now. Gabriel knew exactly how to enact this sick, twisted plan. He kne