Chapter Seven
“The saying goes that pride comes before a fall. I can agree with that to a certain extent, but I honestly think it should be changed to stupid guarantees a fall.” ~Syndra
Tamsin stepped through the mirror of the motel bathroom and immediately felt the presence of other elves. He raised his hands, gathering power, ready to deflect any attack while at the same time picturing the room he’d stayed in the first time they all went to Vegas to confront Tony. The blast came from his right side and he felt the rush of the power before it reached him. Tamsin threw his own blast back at it, stopping the magic from hitting him. Whoever Lorsan had guarding the portals, they weren’t very powerful, which meant the dark elf king was focusing his attention on other things. Just as his foot
