Tattoos writhe across his skin, barbed feathers flashing in iridescent purples and blues. His hands rise to the sky, and for a moment, it looks as if the lightning cracks between his palms.
“Emery, no!” I scramble forward and slip in the mud. He’s going to get himself killed.
“Stay back!” Strain pulls Emery’s mouth into a grimace. His body shudders, brown skin phasing to smoke.
Angry words buzz in my head. Nea! Do not deviate from the plan! Your last stunt resulted in—
I clench my teeth, ignoring her. “Emery! I’m with you!” I thrust my tattooed arms skyward.