Page 50 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

The armour doesn’t even cover its chest. Aren’t the vital organs the most important parts, if we assume it has a heart anyway?

We keep exchanging blows, a blur of power.

Think, Jayce…

A flicker of memory stirs in my mind, a half-remembered passage from one of the tomes. To kill immortals… I frown.

Every immortal has a weakness. Not the obvious heart. Not the lungs. Something else. Something smaller, like Helios’ divine mark.

The drakath lunges. I barely evade, feeling the rush of air cut past me, snow and ice spraying across my face. I move back just as its claws slice past my throat, missing me by a few hair breaths.

As the drakath moves, I see it.

At the base of its neck, where the armour plates overlap, seemingly innocently, I see the faintest of a shimmer pulsing there.

Is that the source of their power?

The drakath charges again, and this time I know where I’m going to hit.

Sienna, I say through the mind-link. At the base of their throat, where the armour overlaps, I think that might be their weak spot.

She’ll relay the message to Ahren. I am not sure if they understand us or not, but if they do, I’m not about to give them a heads-up to protect themselves.

The drakath before me opens its mouth in a roar that rings in my ears.

Now.

I draw a bolt of lightning from the sky, the bolt now pulsing in my hand, and I throw it, aiming right at the spot, taking the gamble.

For one excruciatingly long second, nothing happens.

Then dark smoke erupts from its neck in a violent surge. The drakath convulses, but instead of dropping dead, it lurches upwards, its claws gouging into my shoulder as it crashes into me. A sound tears from its throat as pain engulfs my body before the drakath hits the floor, dead.

Fuck!

I got careless.

The glow beneath its skin flickers wildly before it drops to the ground.

Across the field, Ahren pivots and slams his power into the same place on his opponent, just as Sienna spins like a fucking goddess and does the same.

Then both of the drakaths’ heads snap up in unison before they fall to the ground dead, staining the snow with black blood.

An odd ripple of energy pulses beneath the dead, as I feel my entire body burn up and I fall to my knees.

“Jayce!”

A Necessary Distraction

Sienna

I’m by his side in seconds, fear crushing my chest. I place a hand on his shoulder, whispering a healing spell, but it isn’t working.

“Jayce…”

“I’m fine,” Jayce hisses through gritted teeth. But he isn’t; his wolf is at the forefront of his mind, his teeth elongated, his claws out, and he’s in visible pain, even when he’s kneeling in the snow like a god.

“Are you going to shift?” Grandpa Al asks, noticing his teeth and claws.