Rhayne is pinned.
I'm already running the math on how to save her. I glance sideways at the other two for input. Veric is biting his fingernails. Oliver has his hammer ready, knees bent, prepped to vault into the ring with Motorhead the second I give the word.
Shit. What do I do?
Then I see Rhayne's gloves drop out through a gap in the bone cage.
They land in the dirt at the King Skeleton's feet.
And I know. She isn't throwing the gloves as a surrender signal. The shift in the energy around her is unmistakable.
'Damn it, Rhayne. Explaining this later is going to be a headache.'
I see her eyes go black inside the den of bone, and the unmistakable 'clap' that saved my life once before sounds again, perfectly in my ears.
"Void Monarch," she says, almost a whisper.
