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They tried to swerve. They weren’t fast enough.
For a moment, they wavered, half-turned about, then were overwhelmed by the swell of flames.
Behind them, the main cluster was starting to take notice of what was happening. They scattered, stretching out in all directions.
But it was too late.
I knew what I had to do. No, I knew what I wascapableof doing with Draven behind me.
Using everything he was feeding into me, I swept energy outwards, guiding a fiery blanket across the sky. With each sweep of my arms, flames charged through the air, clearing every lingering threat.
Below, the city stood witness to my power as I painted the heavens in a display of destruction.
My flames devoured the air with an insatiable hunger. They swallowed the Valtain riders whole, melting their armor into twisted bits of metal and searing their mounts into pieces of bone and ash that fell like rain to the city beneath.
Only when Draven's hands slipped from my hips did I lower my arms.
Slowly, concern penetrated my ecstatic haze. “Draven?”
There was no response.
Nightclaw swooped downwards, taking us back to the city. I gripped Draven’s thighs, trying to make sure he stayed in place.
Below, the shimmering shield had vanished. Javer and Beks must have lowered it as soon as they’d realized the threat was gone.
We landed near the bridge.
“Draven?” I turned in the saddle. With relief, I saw he was still upright, his eyes open.
He looked haggard and I was forced to remember just how ill he’d been so recently–no, not had been. Had seemed. Had it even been real?
He smiled faintly. “Told you it would work. Felt good, didn't it?”
I refused to confirm just how fucking good it had felt. “It was fine. Are you... going to be all right?”
“Not that you care, Morgan,” he said with a smirk. “But I’ll be fine.”
Abruptly, I watched his face fall. “Shit.”
“What?”
“Morgan, wait...”
But I ignored him, swiveling in the saddle to follow his gaze. “No. No, no, no.”
And then I was slipping from Nightclaw's saddle and running across the bridge to where Javer sat, his head hanging low as he cradled Beks' small, limp body in his arms.
