Alchemists of Windermere

97. Lily

LILY

“What the hell is he doing?”

Asher’s grip on her arm tightened so hard that she winced.

Down in the ring, sinking slowly, Seb had stopped moving.

What Sebastian Allsaires was doing in the moment, she had no idea. Even from this distance, she saw his eyes going glassy. For a horrible second, she thought he might be having a panic attack.

Then he did the unthinkable in a Cantrèa match—he sheathed his foil. A gasp rippled through the stands. Down in the ring below, as perplexed as anyone else, Evan Danielson lowered, but did not sheathe, his weapon.

Seb closed his eyes.