Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 18]

"You really have been a constant frustration."

The ground beneath me exploded up. Rock and dirt skittered off my armour, the sound akin to nails rattling in a metal can. One nicked my cheek and brought more blood, which didn't really matter when I was already hurtling forward, launched from my spot to crash into and break a wooden table. Splinters exploded up as it gave way, not even breaking my fall.

Hurt. It hurt so much. I just wanted to curl up and die.

My eyes glowed. I crawled through the wreckage, stabbing a gauntleted fist through a window, smashing the glass, and gripping the ledge. With flagging strength, I pulled myself up and leaned my body over it, trying to unbalance myself so I fell out.

Salem helped.

—Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 18]