The interest on Catheryn's face vanished, replaced by undisguised contempt.
She didn't even let go of Ethan. She simply lifted her other hand, extended a single finger, and pointed through the air at the minotaur's forehead.
The motion was so light it looked like she was flicking away a speck of dust.
But the instant her fingertip settled—
Violent energy erupted from her hand and slammed straight through the air into the minotaur's brow.
The huge body went flying.
The ground beneath his hooves exploded. Even the space behind him was dragged into a warped smear by the impact. In the next instant, he crashed hard into the canyon wall. The entire rock face caved inward, and a rain of stone rolled down from above, battering his shoulders and back until he was a mess of dust and rubble.
"A tiny little guard," Catheryn said, voice calm and low, "and you dare act up in front of me. You're tired of living."
She didn't raise her voice.
She didn't need to.
