I rear back with my head as hard as I can, cracking cartilage from the sound of it, and the pressure vanishes from my arm and shoulder, freeing me.
She yelps, the sound slightly muffled, and I thrust my uninjured elbow backward, hitting the soft tissue of her stomach just like Rhi taught me.
Blocking out the pain, I burst up onto my knees, then twist, throwing my weight onto her. She topples backward, and I take advantage of the opening, driving my knee into her sternum, then reaching for her throat.
I’m going to fucking kill her. How dare she come after me, like I had a choice in Luella’s fall? Like I had anything to do with Xaden’s choice to leave her? Fuck that. How dare she come after what’s mine. He isn’t a crown. He isn’t a stepping stool for power. He isn’t a tool to elevate her standing. He’s everything.
Her face turns a mottled shade of red, and her eyes widen with panic.
“Violet!” someone shouts. A woman. A friend, maybe?
Power sears my veins and lifts the hair on the back of my neck, rising with the force of a tornado. Her hands tear at mine, but I only squeeze harder.
“Damn it, Cat!” someone else yells from the opposite side. “Tap out!”
Tap out? I don’t want her to submit. I want her to cease existing.
“I honestly don’t care if you kill her, Violence.” Xaden’s voice filters through the rage that holds me with the same unbreakable grip I’m using to choke the life out of my opponent. “But you will.”
I blink as his words clear just enough of the fog for me to feel the slowing of her pulse beneath my hands, but I don’t release my grip.
“Tap!” multiple people shout.
“I respect whatever choice you make.”
But I’m not making a choice. There is no choice. There’s only the swirling, chaotic vortex of anger and jealousy and—
She’s fucking cheating, using mindwork.
“Get out of my head!” I scream so loudly my throat burns.
Cat glares up at me, and the anger burns even hotter as she tries to work her thumbs beneath my hands, wrath burning in her eyes.
She’s not going to tap out. She’d really rather die than lose to me.
“I don’t want to kill her.” I have to let go. But my hands don’t get the signal.
“Then don’t.” His voice wraps around my mind, and the anger ebbs just enough to let me realize he’s here. It’s been a week since I’ve seen him, and he’s here.
And I love him more than I hate her.
I yank my hands from her throat, but I can’t make my body move any farther than that. “I need your help.”
Cat wheezes for breath as heavy bootsteps approach from the left.
Xaden’s arms surround me, lifting me to my feet, and I cling to the love I feel for him with my fucking fingernails to keep from letting the anger consume me.
“I didn’t tap out!” Cat croaks as she scurries backward, her neck bearing my handprints.
“Riorson!” Devera snaps. “Why would you interfere in a chall—”
“Because she cheated!” Imogen shouts. “She used mindwork!”
“She’s the one who’s unhinged!” Cat’s voice breaks multiple times, and she jabs her finger at me.
“I’m unhinged? I’ll show you unhinged when I kill you for fucking with my head!” I lunge against Xaden’s arms, but he holds tight.
“Let me know if you actually mean it.” He lifts me off my feet.
“Catriona!” Professor Kiandra forces her way through the line of fliers. “Tell me you didn’t…” She glances from Cat to me and back again. “Let go, Cat!”
“Fuck her!” Pure hatred emanates from every line of Cat’s body and only fuels the fire beneath my skin. “And fuck her entire family. I hope you all die for what you’ve done to us!”
Surging against Xaden’s strength does no good. He has me locked down. But power whips through me and releases with a searing crack.
Lightning strikes simultaneously with thunder, flashing white across my vision. Cadets scream and the scent of smoke fills the air.
Xaden flings a hand outward, and shadows stream toward the wooden bleachers, snuffing out the quickly growing flames.
“Bragen! Maren! Escort Catriona to her room,” Kiandra orders. “Her gift is limited by—”
“Distance. I know.” Xaden swings me up over his shoulder like I’m a bag of grain.
“Riorson!” Rhiannon calls out, catching his attention before tossing the conduit to him.
He catches it one-handed, nods, then strides for the exit.
Every instinct tells me to kick, to thrash, to beat him into letting me go, but I force myself to stay completely still as he carries me out into the hall, past the gaping faces of leadership who line the walls, waiting for the challenge period to be over.
