Nora's POV
James positions himself between Chad and me, his fangs extending as he prepares to attack. "Get back inside," he commands, but I push forward instead.
"Hold on." My breath comes in sharp pants as I straighten my shoulders. Power flows through my veins as I summon an energy ball into my palm. The sphere glows brilliant blue, crackling with raw magic that makes the air around us hum. Chad watches with curious interest as I draw my arm back and hurl the ball forward. It passes straight through his form and crashes into the grass beyond. "He's just a projection."
That revelation doesn't comfort me. When Chad last projected himself to earth, he wielded enough power to breach my protective barriers and nearly destroy us all. He discovered my Nephilim heritage that night, learned I carry archangel blood in my veins. His entire assault was calculated, designed to test the extent of my abilities.
Only archangel blood possesses the strength to destroy demons completely.
