บท 677: Chapter 677: Charlotte's Liberation

I leaped from the flare of blue magic, out of Finlay's reach, storming down the massive central aisle of the chapel. Um, church. Yikes. Cathedral? The place was massive, just past the outer edge of the palace grounds, full of stained glass depicting religious scenes. But I didn't have time to admire the artwork.

Not while Charlotte knelt at Yure Danko's feet with him smirking down on her.

"Get away from her!" My roar echoed through the place, my demon backing my rage, Shaylee shaking the ground, the pressure of our collective anger shattering some of what was probably priceless glass.

Boo freaking hoo.

I was so tightly in tune with Charlotte I almost missed the sight of Raoul and Oleksander, groveling at Vasyl's side. The Czar's second in command watched my approach with cool calculation while I jabbed my finger at him.

"Go tell Liander Belaisle I'll be seeing him soon." Prod.

The bald sorcerer flinched.

And check mate. Gotcha.