It snaked toward Solace before she unceremoniously dispersed it with a wave of her hand and a blast of air.
Fuck. I panted, shivering, and desperately trying to gather my wits.
“Fool.” She strode closer to my small hideout. “Did you really think you could bestme?”
I said nothing, simply stared into her pure white orbs, hoping I pushed all the malice and hate possible into one look. If this was to be my death, I would stare at it with my head held high.
In another moment, Solace blew another cloud of white mist at my face, and instantly, I was engulfed in visions. Of my past, of my present, of the future. The emotions were so intense, the scenes so vivid, that I had a hard time distinguishing between reality and fiction.
“And now, little goddess, surrounded by all of your mistakes and shortcomings”—the visions flashed to show me killing Finian and sentencing Peytor to the mines over and over again—“you will die.”
I held my breath and braced for the killing blow.
But it never came.
Instead, strong arms wrapped around my torso and pulled me back into an impossibly hard chest. The smell of leather and burned forests enveloped me just as the unknown male put his mouth to my ear.
“Hang on, godling. It’s not over yet.”
Then, I was swallowed by darkness.
Chapter 92
Solace
Ahundred ice spears erupted from my outstretched hands, skewering the place where the little goddess previously sat, shaking and afraid. But where there should be a dead body, punctured beyond recognition, was empty air.
I screamed, my otherworldly voice echoing off the buildings and causing the mortals to curse and cover their ears again.
My Water Magic was drained completely after that little stunt.
There must be another one.
That was the only logical reason why the elements I’d killed my siblings for so long ago refused to completely bow to my command.
After seeing the girl wield Destruction and Creation like she hadthe rightto, it would stand to reason that there was at least another with opposite powers.
Air and Earth.
Fire and Water.
Pleasure and Pain.
I’d never had command over Pleasure and Pain, those particular siblings choosing to kill themselves rather than give Kaos and I any further power.
Cowards.
Just like the brother who portaled the godling out of reach of my lethal attack.
He dies. For both his infraction and his inability to inform me of the existence of godlings.
I searched frantically for my brother but found nothing.
But . . . there.
Not my brother, but perhaps just as good.
Kaos couldn’t die yet—his immortality was still secured through his Bond to his final descendant. A luxury I no longer had. I’d felt the last death today, just as we arrived at the edge of this infernal city, which sent me into a fit of rage. I’d destroyed the wall and a chunk of the lower sector as we invaded Vespera.
