Wait a second. He’s bleeding. The damage wasn’t transferred to me. Every charm has a weakness, that’s what Setrákus Ra said right before he burned the terrible thing into my ankle.

I can hurt him. I’m the only one who can hurt Setrákus Ra.

I barely have time to process this information before Setrákus Ra rounds on me, his eyes wide with outrage. He backhands me, hard, and I’m tossed into the air. The wind goes out of me when I hit the stage, my head swimming again. He must’ve known that even if I figured out the loophole with the Mogadorian charm, I wouldn’t be strong enough to fight him.

Setrákus Ra stands over me, his hideous features creased with fury. He reaches down, fingers grasping for my throat.

“You treasonous little bi—!”

John barrels into him shoulder-first and knocks Setrákus Ra off his feet. Setrákus Ra lands hard on his side and I feel bruises puff up immediately on my own elbow. I accept the pain. There’s more to come.

I’m not strong enough to fight him, but I’ve done my part. I drained his Legacies.

Now, the others can do what has to be done.

John doesn’t let up. He pounces on Setrákus Ra, who tries to scramble away. The Mogadorian ruler doesn’t look so frightening now, trying to crab walk away from John. I’m happy to see him so pathetic and desperate. He should know how that feels before he dies.

Before we die.

John manages to straddle him. He raises his dagger above his head. I take a deep breath and brace myself.

“This is for Lorien! And for Earth!”

I know what happens next. John will stab Setrákus Ra, and I’ll die. It will break the Mogadorian charm, and then the Garde will be able to kill Setrákus Ra for real. It’s worth it. I’ll gladly die if it means ending Setrákus Ra’s miserable life.

Do it! I scream at John telepathically. No matter what happens! Do it!

As John brings his dagger down, I hear a whooshing sound. Something is flying in this direction. Fast.

A bead of blood tickles my throat, a small cut opening up. That’s how close John’s blade comes before a chrome-plated cannonball flies through the air, knocks him off Setrákus Ra and sends him crashing through the stage.

Five. He’s alive and he just saved my life.

Saved my life and doomed us all.

Before I can react, the stage creaks and collapses. I slide down the tilted piece of wood and land hard on the pavement below. All around me, people are running and screaming.

Setrákus Ra lands next to me.

He reaches down and grabs me by the hair, yanking me viciously to my feet.

“You’ll die for this embarrassment, child,” he snarls, and begins dragging me over the wrecked stage towards his ship.

Nine stands in his way.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

MY SHOULDER IS DISLOCATED, THAT MUCH I know for sure. I’m on my back with jagged pieces of the destroyed stage digging into me. I’m seeing double and it’s hard to breathe. I feel like I just got hit by a car.