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“Noctus, stop it! You’ve got to vent your feelings, but not like this!” I tried to hug him, but it was like hugging stone.
My breathing came faster, and I was close to a panic, until something feathered and furry smashed into the side of Noctus’s head, plastering over his face.
My jaw dropped. “French Fry?!”
The trash griffin peeled himself off Noctus’s face, cooing at him before whacking the elf king in the face with his striped raccoon tail.
The stretched, tense feeling in the air evaporated, and Noctus’s jaw softened. He dropped the fae, who collapsed in a heap.
French Fry bit a part of Noctus’s mask, then launched himself at the fae, grabbing fistfuls of the comatose fae’s blond hair with his front bird feet and savagely ripping them from his skull.
Looks like they have this handled.
I scrambled back up the dome.
“No, Chloe, wait!” Noctus chased after me. “It’s too dangerous!”
When I felt him lunge for me I turned into a cat, avoiding him. When I reached Truck I jumped, landing on its long pole.Pretty sure I’m going to have to be touching it to drag it through the barrier.
Noctus had nearly caught up with me, so I leaped at the barrier, turning human mid jump. I reached back behind me and grabbed Truck’s pole, yanking it free from the barrier and pulling it through the barrier after me.
We passed through without a ripple, and I landed in a crouch, tensed and waiting for any traps the fae might have planted.
“Chloe—if you try to destroy it, you’ll die!” Noctus shouted. He tried to stab the barrier with the sword he still held, but the barrier flared, and the blade ricocheted off the surface.
“You always told me I was more powerful than I believed,” I said. “Aren’t I magic’s favorite?”
“Yes, but you have limits!” Noctus’s voice was twisted with anguish. “No matter if you’re immune to magic, the raw power that’s released when a weapon is destroyed is dangerous beyond measure. It could strip you to the bone.”
I gulped as I stared at the spear. This close to it, I could see the glowing spiral inscribed into the pole’s shaft was glowing runes, and they had turned nearly white.
It’s going to go any second.
“Maybe you’re right,” I said. “But while I don’t have it in me to kill, I also won’t walk away when I might be able to stop this. You must trust me, Noctus.”
Noctus stood unmoving on the other side of the barrier, his image warped by the way the spells rippled.
“Take the fae into custody, grab French Fry, and get everyone off the roof,” I said. “Please. You trained me for this.”
Noctus twitched his sword in a gesture of frustration. “Promise me that you’ll come back.”
The spear made a high-pitched whining noise, and I felt the air change. “I promise.”
“You’re my sweetness of life, Amalourne, and my queen.”
“And you’re my king, and my strength. Go!”
I blinked, and Noctus was gone, sheathing his twin swords in scabbards that hung at his sides before picking up the fae and flinging him over his shoulder like a giant box of books. He snatched French Fry out of the air and cradled him in his arms like a baby, and that was all I had time to see before I turned to the spear—which was almost entirely white now.
“We’ve got this, don’t we—Truck?”
The weapon howled an affirmative as I stalked toward the spear.
“Then let’s destroy some magic.”
I tapped the pole of the scythe in what I hoped was a friendly manner, then swung it.
The jewels on the scythe flashed, and when the curved blade collided with the glowing spear, the area inside the barrier exploded with magic.
