Page 174 of Wicked Heirs

He thrust his hand behind him, a bolt hitting the barrier Constantine had erected that was keeping the rest of the Academy trapped inside.

As it hit, my breath caught in my throat when I saw black sparks traveling along Ore’s usual purple fire. They started eating at Constantine’s barrier, bit by bit, while the purple aspect forced open the gaps that it made all the wider, trying to speed up the process and working in concert.

He hadn’t.

He hadn’t just fucking used black magic.

He must’ve gathered some from Constantine as he’d been unleashing it in various ways.

I didn’t get the chance to focus on it, as Constantine struck Ore in the gut with a brutal blow of the nasty stuff.

It propelled him into the air, all the way into a tree in the distance.

I winced as he smacked against it painfully, the tree ripping from its roots at the brutal impact.

He ricocheted off it and landed on his front.

And he didn’t move.

“Ore!” I screamed.

Constantine vamped right in front of me in the next second.

He shot out his hand and wrapped it around my throat, hauling me off my feet.

Before I could call my fire, X was there, but Constantine was so much faster than him, and then he suffered the same fate, the fucker holding us off the ground and choking us out.

I heard the doors rattling to the main building, the surge of magic, as the faculty tried to free themselves, trying to finish off what Ore had started.

While X struggled,Iwas being choked out, not being a vampire and all that.

X tried to call his magic, but Constantine put up a shield without even using his hands to conjure it, just by sheer force of will.

I slashed my talons across his skin, but all I got was him getting off on the pain again.

Shit.

I heard a grunt from Alena behind us, but neither of us could turn around to see what was going on.

What Ididsee was Constantine’s eyes widening.

Was that actually fear there in his gaze?

I didn’t get to figure it out as in the next second, a scream sounded from Alena, a moment before a tidal wave of blindingly bright golden light tore through the area.

Constantine roared in actual agony this time.

I was vaguely aware of him losing his grip around my throat.

And that was the last thing I registered before blackness engulfed me.