"ARGH—" Kiera Winters, who had been on the verge of passing out, was jolted wide awake by the excruciating pain shooting up from her hand. Veins bulged on her forehead, and her eyes, stretched wide with fury, made her look like a vengeful spirit that had clawed its way out of Hell.
Quinn Winters and his group hadn't expected Seraphina Ashworth to be so ruthless. Seeing she was about to strike again, Quinn's gaze turned icy, and he moved to intervene.
But before he could even get near Seraphina Ashworth, a tyrannical gust of wind blasted toward him, sending him flying backward. Fortunately, Sidney Winters was right behind to catch him, sparing him from crashing to the floor.
"Brother, are you alright?" Sidney Winters asked with concern, steadying Quinn Winters.
"I'm fine!" Quinn Winters shook his head, forcing down the blood that had risen to his throat.
