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it into Blagden, who moved back, causing deep furrows in the ground as he shifted under the power of Killian’s wrath. The earth whispered to Killian and he embraced her and shoved it up to enfold Blagden. As the dirt flowed over him, Killian started at his shocked gaze. Blagden suddenly smiled then he flowed out of the shadows before he rematerialized whole.
    “Good try, young man.” Blagden brushed off his clothing as he strode to him. “But with age comes wisdom. Let me school you in the ways of battle.”
    Killian held back a mocking laugh. This man thought to teach him something—he was mistaken. Killian had learned from the most fearsome warrior—his mother, Niya. Blagden shifted his hands in an elegant motion, whipping power up, then he pushed his palm out. It raced to him and Killian stood straight, waiting.
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    Storm glanced up from her work and rose, looking around. She didn’t know what had made her skin crawl and fear fill her. Reaching out with her senses, she couldn’t find anything amiss in the building. She searched again then paused, realizing that Killian wasn’t there. Using the path they shared, she tried to reach him telepathically and winced at the block that ejected her out of his head.
    “That fucker thinks he can kick me out.” Storm drew her Zuri Maji powers and sent them seeking over the city. Finding him, she scowled. “What is he doing at the Statue of Liberty?” She opened her seer powers and her eyes widened as she saw him in battle.
    Not even considering calling anyone, she made her body fade then moments later she came into form. She stared as Killian and another man fought. They were fierce and the power made her skin ache from how strong it was. Storm saw the people and she sent a subliminal message to send them away. Storm made sure they were unaware of what made them have the sudden desire to be elsewhere—some went inside and others on the boat to leave. When the area was clear, Storm glanced at the body floating to her left. She moved to stand before it and whistled.
    “Now that is freaky.” Storm studied the woman who could bring the end of the world. “So you’re A’rm Ageddon, the one who is the big bad.” Although the woman seemed to be comatose, Storm saw a flicker in her eyes. “You’re not fully asleep. It must be hell being like that and not able to at least say fuck off.” The woman’s gaze heated, making Storm chuckle. “Yeah, I know, a good ‘fuck off’ makes me feel better too. But you know, A’rm Ageddon, we can’t let you come fully awake. You’re this big bad who can bring the world’s end. So although I hate to disappoint your crazy assed boyfriend over there, you’re staying as you are.” Storm reached for her then hissed as power started to rise up her arm.
    Storm scowled then started to peel the energy off as it rose. “Now, now, that is just mean.”
    “Who is that woman?” someone asked.
    Storm glanced over her shoulder and saw that the man held Killian off as he glared at her. Storm pivoted and strolled toward the battling men.
    “I’m Storm. And you are?”
    “Blagden.” The man scowled then said, “Why am I even replying to you, puny human?”
    “No need to be rude.” Storm continued closer to Blagden but still felt the power from the body climbing up her arm stretch as it followed her.
    “Rude.” Blagden glanced at Killian. “This human is your back-up. You have to be kidding.”
    “So you’re the other big bad.” Storm slid her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “You don’t seem all that awful to me.”
    The man looked at her. Storm stifled her laugh at his expression—it was one she was used to from most people. They thought she was a few bricks shy of common sense.
    “You’re kind of short.” Storm snapped her fingers. “Oh, I get it. You have a Napoleon complex. There is no reason to be peevish because you’re short.” She deliberately looked down her nose at him.
    Blagden blinked then threw