Jayden pulled Cassandra into the corridor just as the first wave of guards burst through the stairwell door.
Eight men. All armed. All pointing weapons directly at them.
"On the ground! NOW!" One barked.
Jayden didn't comply.
Instead, his hands erupted with fire.
"Get down," he told Cassandra.
She dropped immediately.
Jayden thrust both hands forward, sending a wave of flame down the corridor. The guards scattered, diving aside. One wasn't fast enough—his uniform caught fire and he screamed, rolling to extinguish it.
Jayden had originally planned not to use his fire ability, but right now, that was the most effective in causing destruction. He had no choice.
Then he charged.
His fist—enlarged and wrapped in flame—caught the nearest guard in the chest and sent him flying backward into two others. Telekinesis ripped weapons from hands. A spinning kick dropped another guard.
"GO!" Jayden shouted to Cassandra, pointing toward the stairwell.
