Her Tortured Beasts (Her Vicious Beasts #4)

62. Xander

Chapter 62

Xander

I t’s at the Hellfire family dining table that the wave of power vibrates the table, making the cutlery dance on the starched cloth.

To my magical eyes, a familiar sizzling energy of red and black spreads through the air. A breaking. A severing. Whoever it came from is a powerful beast.

“What is it?” Francesca says, placing her hand on the table in surprise.

I swallow my mouthful of dry turkey, and without looking up, confirm, “The beginning of the end, no doubt.”

She exchanges a worried look with her parents.