Chapter 30

Blakely

As a single bead of blood oozed from my fingertip, trailing down the point of the crystal, there was a flash of cerulean light.

It spread down the length of the door, shaped like the bars of a prison cell. They sputtered, emitting a low crackle, before fading entirely. All that was left was the slab of wood Orion had slammed in my face after shoving me down into the basement.

The memory of his sneering face had me gritting my teeth. It washed away the small fragments of guilt I’d carried in my belly.

This was his fault, not mine. If he hadn’t locked me in that basement, then I would’ve never met Ozul. Besides, why wouldn’t I help the first creature that showed me kindness in this chaotic realm?

A sonic boom sounded from somewhere in the house, so loud that the walls trembled.

Shit, I guess someone was awake.

Not giving myself the chance to chicken out, I yanked open the basement door and sucked in a deep breath of stale, musty air. It wasn’t the unpleasant scent that had