Nora's POV
Terror claws at my chest as my pulse pounds against my ribs. Every nerve in my body screams danger. Zerra's bark cuts through the night air like a warning bell. I reach for Ophelia's hand, my fingers trembling.
"Stay behind me," I breathe out, barely keeping my voice steady. The words taste like copper in my mouth. Chad stands before us, his presence crushing the air around us like a weight pressing down on my lungs. The dark energy radiating from him makes my stomach churn. I force myself to step forward, placing my body between him and Ophelia. Magic sparks across my fingertips, blue light dancing in the darkness.
Chad's eyes burn yellow as they lock onto the energy crackling around my hands. His gaze is hungry, predatory. In his grip is a glass container holding what can only be Paula's heart, pulsing with unnatural life. The sight makes bile rise in my throat.
He knows exactly what I am. He's here to steal my angelic power and drag Hell into our world.
