Elize closed her eyes for a moment. And in that moment, she exercised all her control over her magic, just like the way Caleb had taught her, just like the way she had been practicing when she was alone, just like the way she had been dreading this moment and imagining what she would do.
When Elize opened her eyes, every movement around her turned into slow motion. She could see every single piece of debris flying around, every drop of blood that sprayed and splashed, every part of his face mottling with anger and every tiny bubble of venom that oozed out of his horn to make it slick.
