What they'd done just now was an unforgivable crime, and they'd pay. That was what his mana told them.
Andre could feel that malice crawling over his skin between the strikes. Even the fading sparks carried a hatred so savage that he flinched from them, clutching his sword against his chest while his teeth rattled together.
Beside the wall, Seraphiel looked past the lightning toward her husband, her cheeks warming as another bolt drove Andre back from her.
"Even now, you're protecting me..."
He had a cavern full of monsters in front of him, yet the moment Andre raised his sword at her, Quinlan's fury had reached across it. Affection swelled in her chest at the sight of him fighting for her without even breaking from his own battle.
"You wonderful man," she murmured, smiling helplessly as she drew a second dagger from her light and twirled both blades around her fingers.
