"A confession?" Florian took a sharp step forward, his voice quick and demanding as he made his way toward Lucius and Lancelot. His heart began to pound as he looked between the two of them, urging them silently—just say it, say it already—who was it?
But before either man could open their mouth, Heinz raised his hand.
In an instant, red energy crackled through the air—raw, angry, suffocating. It burst out from Heinz like a living thing, wrapping around Lucius and Lancelot with crimson tendrils that pulsed and shimmered with barely restrained power. With a flick of his wrist, Heinz dragged them toward himself and Florian like they were nothing more than rag dolls caught in a storm.
Drizelous and Cashew both instinctively stepped back.
Cashew's eyes widened in horror, his small body trembling slightly. Of course—this would be the first time he ever saw Heinz use magic.
