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I lifted a trembling hand from Ash’s shoulder and touched his cheek. Nothing of the golden-bronze flesh was visible now, and his jaw was hard as granite beneath my palm. “I want nothing more than his death,” I said. “But he can’t die. You have to know that, right? This whole time, you had to know he couldn’t be killed. Not by anyone. Not even Sotoria.”
Ash said nothing as the wings behind him thickened, but I knew I was right. He had to know the Primal of Death must always be. Just as the Primal of Life must.
“I know you care about the realms,” I told him. “Even if you didn’t, I do. I care about my sister and Marisol. The people of Lasania, and the rest of the mortal realm. Even my mother.”
His head straightened. “Your mother?” he snarled. “Fuck her.”
My lips twitched, but I stopped myself from smiling. I didn’t think that would help things at the moment. “We need to get out of here, Ash.” I swallowed again, but it did little to end the soreness in my throat. I glanced at Kolis’s still body.
There were many reasons we needed to leave, starting with Ash’s wrath toward his uncle. It was so intense it would lead to nothing but ruin, and if he let himself cave to it, he would regret it. He didn’t think that now, but I knew he would, and I couldn’t let that happen. I refused to allow another regret to stain his soul.
But that wasn’t the only reason.
“We need to get somewhere safe,” I continued. “And you need to take the embers before it’s too late.”
The muscle along his jaw throbbed under my palm. A long, tense moment passed, and then the shadows began to break apart, scattering to disappear beneath his flesh. Something I’d said must have gotten through to him.
“Okay?” I said.
Ash nodded as the shadow wings faded away, but his gaze left mine and returned to Kolis. I thought I heard something then. Footsteps? Before I could look, Ash’s arms clamped down on me. One second, I was sitting on the floor, loosely held in his embrace. The next, I was on my feet, his arms holding me up and close to him. The movement had my stomach turning as his head cut toward the door. A low growl rumbled from his chest.
“Your Majesty?” came a voice it took me a moment to recognize. Elias.
Willing my stomach to stop rolling, I twisted toward the doors as they swung open, one side falling half off damaged hinges.
Elias drew up short, his golden eyes flipping from Kolis to Ash, then to me. “Is she okay?”
All that rage directed toward Kolis shifted to the god in the entranceway. A low rumble of warning came from him. “What did you ask?”
“I mean her no harm,” Elias insisted, stepping back. But based on what I’d seen Ash do in the halls of the sanctuary, I knew that would do the god no good.
Shadows spilled from Ash, slipping over me harmlessly as they rose, preparing to strike at Elias. The god would not survive that. One of the tendrils snaked across the floor. I didn’t think Ash intended for Elias to survive, but…
“Don’t.” My fingers pressed into Ash’s chest. “Don’t harm him.”
Ash pulled the smoky eather back, but he didn’t take his attention off the god. “Do you make this request because you wish to have the honor of doing so?”
“That’s actually kind of sweet of you to think,” I said, patting his chest.
The painted wings above Elias’s brows seemed to lift.
“But, no.” I stared at the god. The shadowstone sword he held was slick with shimmery blood. My gaze lifted to his painted face. I thought of the advice he’d offered instead of how he’d knocked me out.
Before any of us could respond, I saw a flash of deep gray scales, and the entire chamber trembled as Nektas landed outside. At the other end of the breezeway, guards spilled out from the doors to Kolis’s chamber. The one spiked tail whipped across the breezeway as only half of Nektas’s horned head came into view, his massive jaws opening.
A funnel of silver fire erupted, streaming over the guards. They lit up like dry tinder, dropping their swords as their screams pierced the air.
“Or perhaps you’d prefer that Nektas burn him?” Ash suggested, his frozen-over stare still focused on Elias.
“Uh, no to that, too.” I cringed as one of the gods flailed about, swallowed by the silver flames. “At least, not yet.”
“And what is your reasoning for this, liessa?” Streaks of eather lit up the veins of his cheeks. “The realms will not suffer the loss of one more god.”
Damn.
I glanced at Ash, feeling an almost unfamiliar rush of heat. He was…savage when angry, and I found it, even amidst all of this, really arousing.
For once, I didn’t think that should disturb me as Ash finally pulled his attention from Elias. He looked down at me. One of his brows rose as warm wisps of eather stirred in his eyes. Realizing he likely sensed my desire, I found I wasn’t embarrassed. I was…gods, I was so relieved to feel that warmth swamping my veins. So damn ecstatic. Because in this moment, as I stared up at him, I felt normal.
