The sight of Damian hanging helplessly in the air, bound by her black magic, made Lila’s lips curve into a victorious sneer. She raised her hands higher, lifting him further, like a queen holding the strings of a puppet king.All around, groans echoed—some from her own army, others from Damian’s men still reeling from the aftermath of her dark spell. The battlefield had turned into a graveyard of smoke and blood, and yet Lila’s wicked voice rang out like a celebration.

“Oh, how the ...