“I know you’re out here, Vick,” Eliza said.
The woods were cold and dark. Only the glow of the moon lit her path.
“So, we meet again,” the chilling voice said behind her.
Eliza turned to see Vick in his faery form. His whole body was unnaturally dark, and his eyes were back-no irises.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” he said. “Do you really think you could just waltz into our world? I won’t allow it.”
He thrust his hands toward her and a burst of dark light streamed directly at her. Just before it made contact, an explosion of gold light erupted and Rowland materialized right in front of her.
White and gold sparks crackled in Rowland’s hands, and he shot his own burst of light at the creature. Gold flooded the woods as Vick flew backward twenty feet.
“Is he dead?” Eliza said as Rowland wrapped his arms around her.
“Yes. I hit him directly in the heart. Something that evil can’t comprehend the light. He’s gone.”