There was no flash of light. No sound of a teleport. The Jackal had reached into the space Damien was holding and simply plucked her out of existence.
"Felicity?" Damien whispered through a cracked, raw throat. His hands trembled as he turned, Nerve Dominion flaring in panicked desperation to feel even the faintest trace of her pulse.
Nothing.
Victor surged to his feet. The gravity pylons shattered into dust under the sheer, unadulterated pressure of his escalating rage. He looked at his empty hands. Then, he looked at the grinning Krux. The golden glow in his eyes faded into a terrifying, hollow white. "Where is she?"
Exile skidded to a halt. His tongue flicked out to catch the air. His pupils dilated until his eyes were solid black. He couldn't smell her—not a trace. It was as if she had never existed.
