Liam's palm slowly opened.
His eyes never left Tatiana.
She had just stepped farther into the lair, her attention fixed on Gregor and the others. To everyone else, nothing seemed unusual. The chamber was silent apart from the sound of Gregor's breathing and the occasional crackle from Mary's floating orb.
But Liam's Aether Sense screamed.
Something was moving.
Not toward him.
Toward her.
Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand.
[Feather Shards.]
White light bloomed across his palm.
The next instant, dozens of razor-sharp feathers shot through the air.
Whoosh!
They flew directly toward Tatiana.
Everyone's eyes widened.
"Tatiana!"
Irina instinctively reached forward.
Mary looked up in confusion.
Even Leonid's expression changed.
Only Tatiana herself remained perfectly still.
She didn't flinch.
She didn't dodge.
She didn't even blink.
If the attack had come from anyone else, her instincts would've taken over immediately.
But this was Liam.
