CHAPTER FOURTEEN
As the time portal swirled around Christopher, he gazed lovingly at the blue scepter he’d discovered in Professor Amethyst’s office. The Scepter of Fire. He’d never held a weapon that seemed so powerful. It was as if energy pulsed out of it, into him, giving him power for every moment he held on to it. Chris knew that no matter what, he wouldn’t let another soul touch the weapon as long as he lived. Not Malcolm. Not Madeleine or Natasha. Not even Mistress Obsidian herself. And definitely not Oliver.
He grinned to himself as he thought about reaching the other end of the portal he’d just jumped through, of finding Oliver and ending his life once and for all. Because of that horrible sliver of compassion his little brother’s face had stirred in him last time they’d met, he
