Queen of Supernatural
Her vision blurred, but through the haze she saw Damian still on his feet, shoulders squared, absorbing the brunt of the blast.
Snowy’s voice rang sharp in her head: Up. Now.
Mia rolled to her knees, coughing, just in time to see the Messenger lower his hand. The air still hummed with the echo of his strike.
“Interesting,” the man said, as if talking to himself. “You’re still standing.”
Damian’s eyes narrowed. “You came through our barrier for a reason. Say it.”
The Messenger smiled faintly. “I came to see if the stories were true.”
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