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"Nei,lyseste ljós.He was no man."
"Oh." Her gaze bounces across my face. "Are you?"
"All too much," I say wryly. I've never felt more like a man than I do with her in my arms. Gods. My cock aches, my body screaming to claim what now belongs to me in a way nothing and no one will ever be able to violate or break. Now isn't the time, yet the instinctive urge to fuck and possess grows stronger the longer she's in my arms.
She's beautiful. Dark hair frames her heart-shaped face, falling midway down her back. Plump, pink lips part slightly, the tip of her tongue dancing across them. Unlike half the women in the bar, she's dressed modestly, her thick, curvy body hidden in jeans and a hot pink top that reveals little more than a teasing glimpse of cleavage.
"Are you going to hurt me?"
"Never," I vow.
"Okay, then," she whispers. Thick, sooty lashes flutter over her eyes, her body going lax in my arms. The drugs drag her under, her strength depleted now that she knows she's safe in my arms.
"Dax."
I snarl a warning, crouching over my Valkyrie as Malachi places a hand on my shoulder. The urge to rip his hand from me is strong. The desire to take her away from him, far from everyone, is stronger. It beats at me, growing stronger the longer I ignore it.
Forsaken walk the earth. She isn't safe. It's my job to make her so.
"Easy, Dax." Malachi holds his hands up as if to show he means us no harm. "Easy."
Skíta.Of course, he means no harm. He's Fae, no more capable of harming a Valkyrie than I am. And this girl may have been born three hundred years too late, but she's one of the strongest Valkyrie I've ever met. The blood of her foremothers runs strong in her veins.
"Beklager," I murmur to Malachi, forcing the possessive, protectiveness down into a little box. I can examine it later, marvel at it when she isn't in danger. "I wasn't thinking."
"No harm, no foul. But we need to go," he says. "Half the neighborhood heard him screaming."
Ja, they did. Right before she burned him to ash with nothing more than the Light of her soul.
I glance back down at her, still reeling at her power of her Light. My cock still hard at the sight of her. Gods. She's beautiful. She's young and innocent, her soul untouched by shadow.
"We need to get the fuck out of here," Reaper says from behind us. "Half the people inside heard whatever just happened out here."
"Forsaken," Damrion growls.
"Skíta.Here?"
"Ja. Trying to kidnap the Valkyrie."
I rise to my feet with her in my arms, turning to face my brothers. All four turn curious gazes on her. I fight the urge to snarl at them, instead tucking her carefully against my chest. No one says anything for a long moment. They just stare at her, at us, as if shaken by the sight of her in my arms.
Sirens ripping through the night shake them from whatever burdens their minds. I can guess the direction of their thoughts anyway.
She looks nothing like the Valkyrie who dedicated their lives to ferrying souls across the Veil, taking pride of place in Valhalla with the warriors they brought home to defend the realms. And yet she may be the strongest who ever lived.
If the other four are even half as strong, the prophecy didn't just spin out the women meant to reopen the portal and restore balance. It spun out the five strongest Valkyrie ever recorded to stand against the dark. It spun out the brightest Lights the realms have ever known.
If they fail, the nine realms fall to darkness. There is no battle after. No next coming. No more chances. This is it.
And somehow, her soul is bound to mine. There's a reason Odin decreed that the Valkyrie and Fae would never be soul-bound. I'm no more capable of letting her put herself in danger to fulfill her sacred duty than I am of wielding mylyststålto end her life.
It's the Fae way. It's always been the Fae way, as much a part of who we are as the power we wield or the Light we shine intothe realms. It is who we are at our core. And my brothers know it just as much as I.
To protect her, I'll let the realms burn.
"Adriel, Malachi, take Dax and the Valkyrie in the SUV," Damrion says, stepping forward. "Reaper and I will draw attention away until you're safely out of the city with her."
Reaper grins, always down to be a distraction for the cops. I think he gets off on taunting the human authorities. He's been doing it for centuries.
