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The immortals disappear, and a power surge hits me in the chest, a wrath that has no end. The need for revenge strips away doubts, pain, and heartache, replacing those devastating emotions with pure rage.
It’s time to go.
Kiva and Dottie’s mates appear at the edge of the woods. From their solemn expressions, I would guess they caught most of the show. Hopefully they can keep Nolan from heading into a battle he can’t shoot his way through.
But for now, vengeance calls.
I take to the air, my sisters at my side. We aim for The Rink, the biggest building in the city. It towers above the tree tops, smoke pouring from the roof and flames shooting from its circular walls. I push faster.
The clash of magic hitting magic near the swamp’s edge not far from The Rink grabs my attention. “Pan?” I ask my sisters.
“Battling Dr. Bomani.” Kiva sounds as shocked as I feel about the therapist being a goddess hiding in our midst all this time. Except her voice comes out cold and crawling. I had wondered which of our immortals created her, but now I know. The cloaked one who might as well have unleashed ice from her shadows. “Who’d our immortals say the doc is?”
“Bastet,” Dottie says with a hiss mixed into her country twang that makes me shiver. I guess the immortal with the snakes on her skin created her. “A powerful Egyptian goddess with the head of a cat and body of a woman.” I stare at her, wondering what else the immortals might have given her besides the serpent sound. “What?” she asks. “My cousin collected deity trading cards. Bastet’s card is a favorite of hers.”
“Explains why the shifters kept saying she smells of cat,” Kiva says.
I glance below where fighting and fleeing seems to be the dividing factor between those near the staff quarters. Some shift into animal forms. Others run to safety and slam their doors.
“Chaos,” Dottie guesses. “Those who didn’t accept the sigils and spells will regret it.” Each “sss” stretches.
“Should we help?” Every instinct in me screams to keep going, to seek vengeance before anything else.
“Our mates will take care of it,” Kiva says.
Mates. Something else I can worry about after. Devlyn and her Huntresses have to be stopped.
At The Rink, the Nymphs outside blast snow, ice, and rain at the fire.
“Doesn’t feel like the bombs,” Dottie says. “Doesn’t smell like it either.”
We zoom past, joining other Furies with rage-blown eyes in the purest revenge black. Our color has always been our strength, our pride, our bond. No more so than now. “All of us?” I ask Maizie.
“Every last Fury,” my coach says. “You and your two sisters take point. We end the Huntresses now.”
I swoop down toward where Gorgons battle against a group of Huntresses.
Tisia yells out to me, “About time you joined the party.”
“Devlyn?” I ask her.
She tips her head toward The Rink’s roof.
Coming closer, I can see the Huntresses that fight Tisia aren’t in their normal form. They have those spindly wings, but it’s more. Their features have morphed into something monstrous with long claws and mouths full of fangs. “You need help?” I ask.
Tisia laughs, her braids turning to writhing snakes. “Not today, my witch sister. Fly fast before you get caught in the stone spell.”
I throw on speed, racing toward the roof.
“Behind you,” Dottie calls. A Huntress wings around The Rink with outstretched claws.
“On it,” Kiva says, hurling her hatchet.
“Go.” Dottie’s fiery sickles move too fast to track. “We’re right behind you.”
Tucking my wings, I shove upward and land on the roof, not surprised to find Devlyn carving a path through Mad Maes. I recognize Galena and send my whip uncurling before any Huntress can touch the surgeon who saved Nolan’s life.
She nods at me, blowing dust into the face of another Huntress who twitches and jerks to claw at her own eyes. “Enjoy the bad trip,” Galena says with a crazed chuckle.
