It shattered, falling in pieces to the floor.
Tila gasped, her powers surging, black shadows curling around her fingertips like eager flames, dancing in the moonlight.
Her black eyes widened, meeting the Reaper's, a spark of awe and something warmer in their depths.
"You use shadows too?"
The Reaper's smile was slow, intimate, her red eyes holding Tila's like a trap. "We have the same type of powers, you and I."
She turned to Lila, her gaze expectant, a challenge in her crimson stare. "Your turn, quiet one."
Lila's fingers tightened in her lap, her body still.
After a long pause, she leaned forward, baring her neck and the collar which suppressed her powers.
The Reaper's hand moved, shadows flowing, and with another crack, the collar fell, Lila's powers stirring—a wisp of darkness flickering at her palm before fading into the night.
The Reaper leaned closer, her breath brushing Lila's ear, her voice a soft, taunting purr.
