I shuffled away from him. “It’s fine. Really. We have bigger things to worry—” My words stuck to my tongue as a voice carried through the wind.
“My star. Come to me.”
I glanced between Sawyer and Sebastian, both looking utterly defeated from the hours of combat they’d endured.
“Did one of you just say something?” There were so many noises filling my ears that I wasn't sure what exactly I’d heard.
They shook their heads.
“My star.”
This time, I was able to make out the nickname that only two people had ever called me. My mother—who was dead—and Blythe.
A powerful gust of wind blew by, likely crafted by an onyx gifted soldier. The smokey smell of burnt brick mixed with death surrounded us, filling my nostrils on my inhales. My mouth fell agape as I glanced around in realization.
I stood motionless.
My visions…
I was currently living them.
The explanation pieced itself together in my brain like a puzzle. The rumors Sebastian heard in Craterra—he had shot down the idea, but I was right. Iknewin my soul that I was right.
The fable was not a fable at all. Blythe's soulwastrapped in her statue, and I had to grant her freedom. That's how I’d stop this. That's how we’d win, and that's how the prophecy would fulfill itself.
“Maybe it's time to get out of here, Maeve. This is way more intense than we’d expected,” Sebastian begged again.
“No.”
He glared at me, his fists clenched by his side.
Sawyer groaned, his voice interrupting my epiphany as he cleaned his blade on his pants. “You heard what that dick said. They assumed you were hiding. Maybe you should be.”
“They are going to start realizing who you are. You could even just go rest for a while in the tunnel, replenish your energy—” Sebastian chimed in again.
“For the love of the gods, both of you, please stop trying,” I snarled at the two of them.
“What are you trying to prove?” Sawyer argued, sudden anger coating his tongue.
“I’m not trying to prove anything.” Neither of them had any idea of what was about to happen.
Sawyer stormed up to me, his fists clenched “Do you want to die?”
“Of course not.”But I’m going to.
“Then just let Seb bring you to the tunnel.”
“No.”
Sawyer threw his arms up in dismissal. “Fine. But I’m not going to stay here and watch you die.”
What the hell is with the men in my life using anger to mask their fear?
Sawyer started to turn away, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. “Be safe,” I told him.
He grunted but hugged me back briefly before storming off to destroy some more Draemornians.
At least his absence would make this next part easier.
