“You?” Ximena appeared taken aback at the sight of her. “How did you—”
“You will have to ask your demon brother when the two of you meet in hell,” Elene had no patience for conversations anymore, so she sent a bolt of electricity at the demonic witch. Ximena built a shield to protect herself at the last moment, barely escaping the blow. She could sense the power crackling around the Princess.
Using the moment to her advantage, Salome knelt beside Joaquin, removing the gag from his mouth. Her fingers traced the air as she whispered incantations, trying to break the magical chains that bound him. Her brows furrowed in concentration, the delicate patterns of her spellwork glowing faintly against the dark metal.
“Please,” Joaquin implored with a hoarse voice, “you must save Forrest. I don’t
