Nora's POV
Energy crackles between my fingertips as I bolt across the street without hesitation.
"Wait!" I shout, but the mounted figure continues forward, guided by its rider. Several passersby pause and stare at me, confused about who I'm addressing. A passing vehicle's headlights catch the massive blade War grips at his side. "Stop!" The command leaves my lips, and somehow I realize I've spoken in Enochian. War yanks the reins, slowly wheeling his mount around.
My feet skid to a halt at the sidewalk's edge, pulse hammering in my throat. Tarnished armor encases his frame, dark stains of blood marking the metal plates. Beneath a medieval helmet, two shadowy eyes burn as they bore straight into my soul. I can sense his attempt to seize control of this world.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed by traffic?" Antonia yanks me back onto the curb, her expression twisted with concern and fury. "What the hell, Nora?"
