The moment David's heart was ripped out, time fractured.
Phoebe watched in frozen disbelief as the demon curled its hand around the still beating heart, its pulsing red glow wrapped in blackened smoke. David's body collapsed.
Phoebe did not breathe. She did not move. She did not think. She did not hear Ramiel swearing, or grandpa Rufus wailing. She did not see Orson Saxon's lifeless body fall to the ground. She did not hear father, Edward's arm cracking as it was shattered in half. She definitely did not hear Azur taunting her that he was going to pick up her grandmother next.
She screamed.
A toe curling sound tore through the tunnel and the founding lane. It was carried by the wind, reaching beyond and visiting every battlefield where something evil was facing off against the power of good.
