At the same instant that I lift my hands and summon Fae light into luminous orbs cupped in my palms, so does Darby. Getting to her feet, my sister unfurls silvery wings, fluttering up high into the chamber so that even the furthest corners are lit. My crystalline blue merges with her soft green into a pale turquoise and instantly the frantic shrieks and panicked cries cease.
Beneath her, Ian rises and in his ringing baritone, he orders, "Free the Desert alpha. Consul, I'm going to have to insist that we clear this room immediately." He faces the milling crowd, now on their feet but mesmerized by the floating, fluttering Darby above and urges them to proceed calmly to the doors at the top of the hall.
