The basement lights flickered.
The air vibrated, electricity cracked, a low hum of raw power.
CRACK.
A fist exploded from the shadows, full force, full fury, slamming square into the Reaper's jaw.
Her smile vanished as she flew sideward, crashing into a concrete wall with a bone-rattling impact.
Dust and debris erupted, the wall cracking like thunder.
The shadows binding Kael dissolved like smoke, and he dropped, hitting the floor hard.
He coughed, gasping for air, his throat raw as he sucked in desperate lungfulls.
His vision blurred, but he heard it—boots, footsteps, familiar, controlled, deadly.
Rolling onto his side, Kael looked toward the ruined wall, where the punch had come from.
His heart pounded, but his mind caught up.
Only one woman hit like that for him—precise, brutal, unstoppable.
Liss.
Aka.
Lightning Lass.
Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, loose and wild, catching the flicker of fluorescent tubes like spun gold.
