She slays Denarsoan soldiers without more than a glance, their cores burnt from their bodies. Genesis members take a knee.
An Elder dares throw a bolt, but it is stopped and thrown back by one double in size. Arcs thrash around her, killing enemies and charring holes in the ceiling and the floor.
Jovie—myJovie—gives Lightbringer a whole new meaning as she ends the battle one purposeful step at a time.
My heart slams against my ribs, begging me to run to her, but I can’t seem to get my legs to work.
She’s alive?
“Jovie—” I sway and stagger as I get my feet under me.
With every step, she crushes Denarsoan forces. Royals of all stratums launch backward from her bolts. RAM-4 runs from her to hide in Tal’s arms behind his pillar. Kings shield themselves behind others. Even my father moves behind Pronkus and Lareux.
She has a Storm? A white Storm!
Jovie brings a wave of calmness to the ship that’s palpable. Bodies fly back and fall. She is the most gorgeous, destructive force I’ve ever borne witness to.
She slows before us and scans the kings, guards, Elders, and the others who have gathered around my father and me.
My weak body fails me on my way to her. I stumble, my armor steaming, make myself get up, and fight my way to her. “Jovie—”
My legs give out before her. Jovie looks me over, threads of green light dancing in her brown eyes. Her voice is a soothing song in my ears. “Hello, Aura.”
I sit in fragments before her until she wraps her arms around me and pulls me back together.
“You’re real.” I laugh and cry all at once.She’s okay!
She smiles. “Allele saved me.”
Jovie turns to the cluster of Royals. “I see you have your heads so far up your asses that you’ve forgotten that shit stinks.”
I choke out a laugh in disbelief.
“I had hoped for more because Aurelius is so kind, caring, and considerate,” she adds. “He is protective and loves his people above all other things.”
A Royal guard beside Pronkus lifts a hand. Jovie’s eyes dart to him. Green-white light flashes between them. The guard staggers back and collapses.
My father stares emotionlessly at Jovie, and I know he’s in shock. No one ever stands and speaks with sucharroganceto my father. “Why did it have to be you? You’re a weak species.”
She shrugs. “Maybe your perception of us is wrong.”
Blaize jeers quietly from where he lies, bleeding from his nose, on the floor beside Fieri. “She’s got balls.”
“You kings and delegates and Elders are the monsters,” she says. “You are so twisted by your beliefs that you don’t even see how you are killing your own people.”
“It is few to save the many.” My father retorts, electricity arcing off of his body in warning. “But I’m not arguing with anon. Whatever this is, is manufactured. You’re as worthless as self-important Genesis followers.”
Jovie steps in front of me and ignites a shield, deflecting my father’s surge. Lightning arcs around us as Jovie is pushed back into my body. “You manufactured your entitlement as a Royal!”
I hunker around Jovie, enduring the barrage of arcs from Royals, and pull my mate in against me until my Arkus shield meshes with hers.
My father’s assault stops.
White light flashes outside, apart from the Royals who clamber back.
“King Azrim!” a voice booms between us and my father.
I squint at the vibrant body of light that slowly walks toward him. Kings, guards, and commoners hunker away from her.
