arena. Heat coursed in a powerful, blazing ring around the stage, lighting up the Playpen as the terrified audience fled for the exit. He was strong—much stronger than he’d been back at the Palace. Or had he kept the true power of his Affinity from her? To be able to manipulate that much fire, whereas most fire Affinites could barely keep a small candle going…
She had to get behind that glass prison. She had to get to May.
Ana stretched her Affinity, and her power roared to life, brighter than any flame. She latched on to Yuri and the Ice Queen and tugged.
Through watering eyes, she saw them stumble and crash. The raging fire and roaring ice stopped, leaving an uneven, ice-covered wall. Cracks ran jaggedly along its surface, spreading like veins.
Yuri rolled over, and his burning gaze landed on Ana. He raised his palms.
“Yuri—”
As flames exploded from his hands, something collided painfully with her stomach. Ana slammed against the edge of the stage and found herself looking into Ramson’s face as he untangled himself from her. Soot smudged his cheeks. “Ana,” he croaked, but she shoved him back and leapt onto the stage.
Through the gently steaming ice and gray-tinted glass stood the shadow of a small figure. The translucent barrier between them made it seem like a dream.
May raised a hand. From the flowerpot before her rose a lump of earth. With a crunching noise, it shrank, hardening into a rock. May lashed out, and the rock smashed into the blackstone glass.
Boom.
Again.
And again.
On her fifth try, there was a splintering sound. Spiderweb cracks spread along the glass; the ice emitted a series of explosive pops.
She was breaking the wall.
As Ana watched the child raise her hands and draw the rock back again, it suddenly dawned on her that May was working with Yuri and the Ice Queen.
May was part of the plan. She was taking a stance, fighting with the rebels to end the cruelty of the Playpen, to bring down—literally—the glass prison that had caged them.
The rock swung forward. With a final resounding crack, the glass shattered. For a moment, the shards tumbled in the air, ice and glass intermingled, a thousand pieces of glistening fragments fractaling in the blazing torchlight. And then they fell, racing toward the ground with piercing intent.
Ana dove for May.
Yuri dove for Ana.
On the other end of the stage, the Ice Queen flung her hand out. Ice rose from the ground like a solid white wave, hardening into a barrier over their heads.
Fragments of what had been the blackstone glass rained down all around them, filling the air with soft tinkling as they bounced off the ice archway overhead.
Ana’s shoulder slammed onto the stage as Yuri tackled her, his hands at her throat, his teeth bared in rage. She fought back, her fingers prying at his hands, her mask hot and sweaty against her face. “Yuri,” she choked. “Stop—”
“I’ll have you know how it feels to die at the hand of an Affinite,” he growled, lifting his hand.
“Yuri!” She ripped her mask off. “It’s me!”
He froze, hand hovering above her, expression suspended between confusion and rage. And then, slowly, recognition seeped into his eyes, along with disbelief. He drew back, lifting his hands from her as though he’d been burned. “Kolst—”
“Ana!” The sweetest voice rang out, one Ana would recognize anywhere.
May knelt on the stage, barely ten paces from Ana, the astonishment on her face quickly giving way to joy.
Relief hit Ana so hard that a half laugh, half sob bubbled from her lips. “May,” she cried, reaching forward.
An arrow whizzed past her and struck the marble stage.
“May!” Ana’s cry turned to one of panic as another arrow lanced off the stage, a hand’s breadth from her.
“Dyanna!” Behind her, Yuri gave an agonized yell.
At the edge of the stage, the Ice Queen—Dyanna—looked up, her face almost as ashen as her hair. Blood, startlingly red against her pallor, dripped from her nose.
A blur whizzed toward her. Dyanna’s body jolted with the shock of the impact. She slumped onto the ground, the shaft of an arrow protruding from her back. The thick scent of blood filled the air.
“Dyanna! Dyan—” Yuri’s shout broke into a choked sob. “No. No.”
“Yuri!” Ana seized his arm, pinning him beneath the ice barrier. “We have to get out—”
An arrow struck the ground next to May. The child’s eyes widened as she looked up; she turned and began to run toward the velvet curtains.