THE ALPHA'S NAUGHTY LITTLE CHRISTMAS GIFT.
Numenessa doesn't surrender.
She rises from the cracked stone with blood still tracking down her jaw, and every ounce of red power she has left erupts from her at once, tearing the storm clouds apart overhead, splitting the battlefield with light bright enough to throw shadows in every direction. For one suspended heartbeat, watching her throw herself at him with everything she has left, Ivy lets herself hope.
It doesn't work.
Garren catches the attack with one hand, fingers closing around raw red power, and holds it there without so much as a shift in his footing. Not because he moves faster. Because he is simply, overwhelmingly stronger, and the gap between them has stopped being something
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