The smirk deepened, pulling at the last thread of Valiah Hundra's control. Her precious scrying mirror cracked under the sheer intensity of her gaze before exploding across the altar like a spell gone wrong. It was a startling sound that had Jodie lurching to her feet.
Valiah Hundra's breath heaved once through clenched teeth, her face contorted in an unusual kind of anger. There was no supremacy in that look, nor was there irritation. It was the anger of someone who'd never tasted failure...until now. Of all the demons she'd sent into the formless void, what were the odds that an old acquaintance, Zareth'Morr, would be the one to intercept her ritual? He was another one of the numerous fools she'd sent there to rot, and never in a million years would she have anticipated this--it was almost like a prison break.
