Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
And I stopped, my body hitting some invisible barrier. I put my hands up, outraged I couldn’t go after my son. Pure panic flooded my system. “Fenrir!”
Gray was beside me, trying to get through, and I hadn’t noticed when Trent had taken his wolf form. He snarled at my side, his head butting the wall.
Lee had gone pale, his eyes fixed on that balcony as he looked back at me. For a moment he was a child again and I was the adult who made the world easier for him. “Kelsey, I can’t fly.”
My heart ached. He would always blame himself. “Lee.”
I couldn’t say anything but his name. There was nothing to say.
Lee turned Myrddin’s way, his fangs long in his mouth and death written on his expression.
He couldn’t kill Myrddin without Dean. I knew it deep in my soul. If he went after Myrddin now, we would have lost all three of them. Evan and Fenrir and Lee.
The horror was too much to process, and I couldn’t even get to the balcony’s edge to see if I could do something to help.
“I think not, Prince Lee.” Lucifer seemed way more interested in staring at Lilith than he was in the life and death drama going on. “I did promise the man safe conduct.”
Lilith was way too calm in my mind, and I wondered if I’d misjudged her. “He should leave or I’ll be the one who breaks your promise. I know he’s hurt my daughter.”
“Well, she was meant to be his bride and she denied him over and over. Rather like her mother,” Lucifer said with a sigh as he stared down at Lilith’s shoulder, his fingers moving on her arm. “Myrddin, you should leave. I’m not particularly happy with you right now either.”
“Tell the queen this is not the last of her children I will slaughter,” Myrddin announced and then in a cloud of dust, he was gone.
The queen wasn’t the only one who had lost a child. Whether or not Fenrir survived the fall, he would never be the same. The loss of his mate would kill something inside my son.
That was the moment I realized Liv was standing behind me and her whole body was still, her hands at her sides. So still.
I knew that face. I’d seen it when she was working a spell, when someone was in danger and she couldn’t afford to lose concentration.
Casey watched her. “I think she’s got a hold on them both. Don’t distract her.”
Her lips moved, but I couldn’t hear the words she was saying.
Lee turned to Liv, his eyes wide. “She’s begging Evan to do something. She’s telling Evan she can do it. I don’t know what it is. My sister is alive? How could she have survived that fall?”
Because she hadn’t fallen. Because Liv had saved her. Because despite the fact Lucifer had put up a wall, Liv’s magic had managed to get through it. She could have taken a shot at Myrddin, but she’d chosen to save Evan and my boy. My best friend had chosen love when I needed her to.
Gray had turned to face Liv, too, and it was obvious his hearing was far better than mine. “She’s begging Evan to save Fenrir. She can’t hold them both.” My husband put a hand on Trent’s back before shifting his attention to Lucifer. “Lord Lucifer, please allow me to save my son and the princess.”
Lucifer’s eyes lit, and I could see the calculation there. “Oh, do you need a favor from me, Lord Sloane?”
I didn’t care in that moment. I only wanted my son to be safe. I wanted Evan back here. I would have sold my own soul to ensure they survived.
“I think you should wait to answer him, Lord Sloane.” Lilith strode to the balcony and looked over. “That’s right, child. You have the power. Don’t be afraid. Let it flow. It’s not a curse. It’s strength and providence. You can save yourself and him. All you have to do is let go of your fear.”
A whooshing sound filled the world and Liv’s body sagged, Casey catching her before she fell to the floor.
Evan rose from below, great wings bearing her up. Her eyes were black orbs as she flew, wings beating the hot wind around them. In her arms she held my son in his wolf form. She looked far too delicate to hold such a massive wolf, but she cradled him to her chest as she attempted to move back onto the balcony. She was a newborn colt trying to run before she could walk.
“Stay calm, child,” Lilith said, her tone calm and soothing. “You can do this. When you were given wings, the knowledge of how to use them was placed in your blood. Don’t panic. Simply listen to your instincts. They will not lead you astray.”