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And something told me it wouldn’t take her long.
“Even if you could control your power,” I explained, “it would be too dangerous. You could easily take out one of our men.”
“I’ll be careful, Mal. You know I will.”
“They’ll overpower you. If someone came at you with a sword, you would be overtaken.”
She shook her head. Saints, I hated how defiant she was. But at the same time, I loved her even more because of it.
“If you really want to help, you can do it from the safety of this roof. Do you understand?”
“But I–”
“I swear to the Saints, Jade Weyland, if I see you on that battlefield, I will lock you in the dungeons myself.”
That seemed to shut her up.
“Fine,” she said. “But be careful out there, Mal.”
She threw her body at mine, pressing one last kiss onto my lips before pulling away.
I wanted more time with her. I wanted a lifetime of her mouth against mine.
This was the only way.
“Stay safe,” I mumbled to her. I stood from the roof and dove to fight with my kingdom.
I landed fast and hard on the ground just inside the gate. The sun had fully set, giving me the cover of darkness as I prepared for battle. The ground shook beneath me and my power practically begged to be let loose. I unsheathed my sword and tucked my wings tightly behind my back.
There was no turning back now.
I leaped to the top of the wall, looking at the crowd of chaos below me. There were dozens of casualties, but I avoided looking at their faces.
We would mourn the dead later.
Now, we had to protect the living.
I spotted my brothers first. They were fully capable of taking care of themselves, but I leapt to the ground next to them anyway. Fae I didn’t recognize fought against us, but they were no match.
Our steel cut deeper.
Our soldiers fought harder.
My brothers pushed forward on my left. I stepped right, slicing my sword through the torso of a young male.
My body buzzed with energy. The battlefield felt familiar in a way I could never explain. And I did not feel threatened.
My body moved without my permission. I sliced at anyone who came toward me, cutting down each enemy with ease. My power rumbled in my blood but I kept it at bay. Although my wings had been a dead giveaway as to who was fighting on this battlefield, my power would certainly put a target on my back.
I had enough to fight for.
Eli caught my attention. He looked ten years older now, wielding his sword with blood already splattered across the side of his face. He didn’t look like a scared, inexperienced boy.
Eli fought like a warrior next to our brothers. With a battle cry, he grabbed his sword with both hands and brought it down–hard–against an approaching fae.
The body landed with a satisfied thud.
He didn’t stop there. I watched as he ran forward, toward the forest, with a determination that others followed.
