Siora had waited there for so long that the moment she pulled the curtains aside, her magic hissed off her skin into smoky tendrils.
Everyone on the table turned to look at the woman whose horns were straightening and had become black. "Mother!" Rolfe got up. Shock and utter disbelief surged through his body. "What— how— what the hell are you doing here?" Goosebumps lined his skin when he saw that she was staring at Iona. Disbelief got replaced with rage so sharp that his hands curled into fists so tight that his knuckles became white. He tasted bitterness. "Get out of here, now!"
Siora chuckled. The raw magic that had pooled inside her veins was slithering out like thousands of asps. Flames swirled around her fingers as the endless abyss of her magic opened. Her eyes became a fiery orange. "You will not get out alive from here," Siora growled in a voice she didn't recognize was her own. It was as if her feral beast had taken over.
