KAEL POV
"Move! Everyone move now!" I screamed as the magical blast from Oberyn's test sent shockwaves across the battlefield. Three vampires didn't listen fast enough and got thrown into the air like rag toys.
I caught one of them before she hit a tree. "Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine," she gasped. "But what happened to Aria and the Fae King?"
I looked toward where Oberyn and Aria had been standing. They were both frozen in some kind of magical bubble, completely still like statues. The Prisoner's laughter rang around us, making my teeth ache.
"I don't know," I allowed, helping the vampire to her feet. "But we can't wait for them."
That's when I realized something that made my stomach drop. Everyone was looking at me. Werewolves, vampires, dragons, fae warriors—they were all looking at me like they expected me to have answers.
"Kael," Queen Seraphina called out, running toward me with blood on her arm. "The Shadow Lords are reforming. They're getting ready for another attack."
