“Stay with me, Scotlind. Stay fucking with me!” I tilted my head toward Brock. “BROCK!” I cried. “Save her! Please, fucking saveher…”
Brock looked up at me now. I saw his golden eyes flicker to the girl I loved dying in my arms. The look he gave me… I wasn’t ready to decipher it—wasn’t ready to accept it.
Fuck. This couldn’t be happening.
“Please,” I begged. “Do something… Do fucking anything!”
I was lost in my own rage that I hadn’t noticed what she was doing. I hadn’t noticed her using her enhancement, harnessing onto the ring I was wearing through our bond.
She went past her reserves, while I still had mine. I wasn’t at my limit because my heightened senses were still intact. But hers—
I hadn’t noticed that the one person I loved more than anyone else—the one person I was trying so desperately to protect—was killing herself to save me.
Sacrifice from Light.
SEVENTY-SIX
GREYLAND
I had never seen somany people go down so easily. The soldiers were slaughtering the humans in one go, sometimes more than one dropped at a time. There was so much blood it felt like we were bathing in it.
They were hacking into them, cutting them to pieces. I had to fight my composure as I kept seeing flashes of Lilia’s parents.
And the ones that weren’t slaughtered were burned to ash. Others drowned. Some had the air taken from their lungs and were writhing on the ground until they collapsed.
They were compelled to not fight back. I knew they were because no one in their right mind would just stand there and wait for their end, but that’s what was happening. They didn’t do anything to stop it.
It was intentional, just another ploy to convince our kind that humans were weak.
The eldest Luxian Prince managed to shield out the army and trap them inside for a couple of hours. It worked… until it didn’t.
Now the sun was up and reflecting against the bay. There was grass when we arrived yesterday morning, but it was allgone now. Either stomped away from the thousands of boots that kept marching over the courtyard or buried beneath layers and layers of blood.
It was becoming difficult to navigate, to not trip over the bodies that were piling up. And the stench…
Lilia was with me, not by her choice. She was taking every opportunity she could to try to weave through the massive amounts of bodies to get away from me. And as much as it killed me, I couldn’t blame her. She was pissed when she found out I was using my illusion on her.
I shouldn’t have done it. It was cruel to make her believe she was fighting when in reality she was attacking nothing.
After the battle in Tennebris, someone had seen her “fighting” and made a comment that the air would be terrified to see her coming. I tried to deflect, telling her everyone just needed a laugh. A slap across the face later, and I knew that didn’t go over well.
So now here we were,actually fighting, and it scared the living shit out of me. I didn’t know where that left me.
Lilia glowered every time I cut in front of her. But I didn’t care. I still took out whoever was coming before they got to her. At this point, I just wanted her alive. She could hate me for it all she wanted. She already hated me for everything that happened in school…
Kallon was trying to portal the humans to some hut, but without Scottie’s powers, it was taking too long.
The rest of us were fighting throughout the courtyard. We were spread out, trying to do the same thing—protect the humans, take out the soldiers, and not die.
“Kallon!” A voice screamed over the chaos.
“KAL!” I faintly recognized it.
Again. “KALLON!”
It was echoing across the courtyard, and I looked up in time to see Tezya sprinting through the Luxian soldiers. He wasn’tusing his powers. But he was fighting through whatever poor soul came his way. Fighting wasn’t the right word for it—he was slaughtering whoever came at him without even looking.
Dovelyn came running up to him, more flustered and out of breath than I’d ever seen her before. “What happened?”
