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Cyerra was nearby after having took flight once the wraiths breached the gate. Bryn could feel her in her mind, and the persistent push of her crow friend told Bryn that she should make a move. Give an order. Anything but stand there with her mouth gaping open.
A head of dark-auburn hair moved between her and the wraiths.
“No, we leave. When have they ever done anything for you?” Declan reached for her again, but she danced out of his way.
“Nothing. They’ve been horrible, but I am not them to where I can look the other way when someone needs help, and I know deep down you don’t want to be either,” Bryn yelled, but she could tell Declan was losing his patience and about to grab her and throw her over his shoulder. She knew it from the way his hands moved closer to her as his fingers flexed.
“Declan,” she warned as she looked to him, but a wraith swiped at her from the side, and that was all Declan needed to grab Bryn and throw her over his shoulder. He took off at a run toward the gate where the truck was, ignoring her screaming at him. She beat against his back, her dagger in hand flipped so she didn’t stab him, but oh how very tempted she was to do so.
“No! Put me down, Declan Rafferty!” Bryn yelled, her head going up right as the wraiths moved through another group of people trying to hold them off. There were kids in those buildings, and Bryn needed to stop the monsters who would see this town dead.
The baker was in his store, and she watched the vision come to life before her eyes. She knew his wife was in there with their newborn, most likely Ava as well since she was his daughter, and the man whose eyes she watched it all happen through.
A scream tore from her for him to stay inside, to not open the door. He couldn’t hear her, and for that, he lost his head. Just as he had in her vision.
There was no one to protect the child if the mother fell next.
No matter what the parents chose to believe, Bryn would not have children lost to their parents’ failures. To her own failures.
While she did not care for these people, all the hurt inside of her could not allow it; watching them be slaughtered was heart-wrenching. There was no one who deserved such a fate.
It was all too much. She could feel something far deeper than the first time, as if everyone’s souls were screaming in her ears, begging her for help.
A headache pulsed in her temples as the world flashed bright colors as if she were straddling the veil.
That small amount of power, power she hadn’t even meant to use, not at all meaning to cross the veil, had every wraith turning to look at her.
They were here for her and her friends, hunting and killing the innocents while Declan tried to save her.
But she wasn’t meant to be saved from this.
“It’s too late, Bryn! Stop fighting me,” Declan growled, somehow getting the words out while sprinting full speed toward the truck at the gate.
Bryn was thrown into the passenger seat of the truck, but she wouldn’t stay there. The wraiths were coming fast toward her now, and she had to do something. Turning to see what she was looking at, Declan froze as he watched the wraiths form the opaque cloud as they moved toward where they were.
Anger blasted through her.
The pressure in her head from the predator pushing against her skin was producing black spots in her vision as she tried to keep hold of herself. Tried to keep her own beast at bay, but it didn’t take a seer or a prophecy to know the truth she felt in the pit of her stomach.
Bryn was going to have to let the Morrigan out to fight at the possibility of losing herself.
Chapter 44
Brynpushedherwayout of the truck, her dagger in hand as her friends gathered around her, seeing the cloud moving toward them.
Their buildings were burning if the smoke was any indication. People were screaming as they died, as their crops and buildings burned... soon everything would be gone. Anyone left alive would either be dead by morning or soon enough from lack of water or food.
The children...
A sob left her lips again, and Declan pulled her against his chest, whispering into her hair.
“Where the hell is Kessler?” Travis yelled from the bed of the pickup. “We kind of need him to run this beast!”
Travis had made it!
“I’m working on it!” Kessler yelled from somewhere nearby. “Someone tampered with it.”
They all knew the scrios had been watching them long enough to know when they were leaving. It wasn’t a stretch to think it would be him who would do such a thing.
