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impending fireworks.
    I shifted towards his hate-filled aura, which swam with the murky water of the underworld. “You shouldn't have hurt my mother,” I whispered on a shaky breath. There was something inside me I couldn't name, but the glow infected me with the cloying need for retribution.
    After I straightened my spine, I marched to him, not showing a hint of fear because I didn't fear this man any longer, and a coldness swept through my veins. The chill rendered my mind incapable of care for his life, and a thought, well, more a feeling, floated through my head. What I needed to do was suddenly clear. I stood in front of him, his breathing hard from exertion, and stared into his empty eyes.
    “You're going to pay, Daddy.”
    He leaned forward and invaded my space. “Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it, little girl?”
    I envisioned my aura as shiny, solidified silver. Not a mist, but a blade. I honed the edge as I smiled up at him, the quintessential young girl he thought me to be, but he had no idea who I truly was or what I was capable of, and that would be his demise.
    “This,” I whispered as I pushed my hand hard against his chest and knocked him against the wall.
    He looked stunned for a moment and opened his mouth to speak, but I forced my aura to fuse to his.
    Cordy rose to the surface of my thoughts, and for once, she didn't appear scared or wimpy. “Here,” she whispered. “I'll help.” A soft white glow surrounded the grey of my auric knife as I slashed through his shields and invaded his mind and body. Then she turned and walked away with her head down.
    The current slammed into me, and my heart thundered in my ears so loud I thought the blood-pumping organ might rip a hole through my chest. I wanted to let go of my father and rub my ribs.
    Alton screamed and clutched his head in his hands, grabbing his mop of hair and then yanked viciously. “What the fuck! What are you doing to me? Stop!”
    I wrapped my slender hand around his throat and pressed my thumb against his larynx, preventing him from speaking. Nothing but choked breaths made it past his lips as blood dripped down his nose and into his mouth. I was young and strong, stronger than he ever imagined. He might have been powerful once upon a time, but now he was old and decrepit, a shadow of his former self.
    Another voice broke through my haze, a weak female shout. “Cordelia? Cordelia, let him go!”
    I grunted. “My name is Delia. Your precious Cordy isn’t available right now.”
    Mom gasped and muttered under her breath, “Oh no, oh no.”
    I refocused my attention on the man I had at my not-so-tender mercy and tuned her out. Now was not a time to show weakness. In my periphery, I saw movement, but I dismissed my mother as a viable threat.
    I pushed my energy against his, watching as his colors waned and mine overtook, the combined colors reminded me of thick morning fog. The honed silver blade cut through him like water over hot coals, steam rising from his pores as his armor dissolved and left him drained and ripe for consumption.
    My hands shook as his legs gave out, and he sagged down the wall. I let him go as if he were a scorpion that might burn me with its venom. He slumped, his head tilted at an awkward angle, his mouth hanging open. He had a weak pulse, and his skin was a shade of grey. The clammy pallor reminded me of a baby elephant fresh from its mother’s womb.
    Mini tremors wracked my system as I crashed from the circuit overload and tried to process all the vile horror I’d absorbed from fusing to his aura. I dropped to my knees and labored to breathe.
    My mom crawled over to where my father and I hunched, and tears fell from her eyes. She stared at the blood draining from his ear. “Is he going to die?” she asked with a quiet voice laced with the tension of a small child who had just witnessed a horrific event her mind couldn’t comprehend.
    “I don't know.”
    My mom reached up, grabbed the counter,