Wren slammed Ciprian back down to the ground. "If you think you can trick me into killing Rowan the way you did with Sacha, you have sorely underestimated my hatred for you and my love for him."
As Ciprian struggled to free himself, his shirt gaped where Wren had sliced through it with the dagger. Blood from the wound on his belly oozed down his skin, slow to stop even after the searing heat of the Disorder in the blade.
He landed blows with his fists and magic alike, all while stealthily guiding the needle of his magic deeper past the barrier of Wren's aura. Just a little further, and he would see what they could create together.
First a distraction to make Wren release him, then something even better.
