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“You made it so,” I hissed as I stepped forward, crossing my feet, one over the other, swinging the blade—testing it. The weight. The length. It was a perfect combination—perfect for me. As if it was made for me.
Aurelius picked up his speed and I charged.
Our swords collided in a blur of black and red, arcing off one another in a clash of sparks.
I swung again, my blade clipping his, but gaining no ground.
I tried again, looking for any weakness in his swordsmanship, just as Ezra had taught me. But time after time, I found none. He moved with such precision and ease. His skill far surpassed my own. And I knew it.
My blade became locked between his crossed ones, placed in the shape of an “X.”
“Impressive,” Aurelius said just before he sent his boot into my abdomen, kicking me back with his immortal strength.
I flew backwards, my body sliding along the unforgiving ground. I grunted as I came to a rolling, skittering stop, but the potent adrenaline thrumming in my veins made me blind to the pain my body surely felt.
“But not impressive enough,” he stated.
Quickly, I jerked up.
Aurelius summoned his flame and sent it straight for me.
I shot to my feet, conjuring my Water Curse, but this time, my fire answered instead.
Luna answered instead.
And she exploded—Iexploded.
My mighty shout rang out and my power shuddered, not out of fear or weakness, but because of the hunger it felt. The hunger to destroyhim—the male who had taken so much from me, from everyone.
My flame, colored in the lilac-blue glow of the moon, shot out in front of me, smashing into his flame of orange and red. Our powers roared, two mighty dragons—one made of the sun, and the other of the moon—battling for dominance, thrashing and snarling and snapping at one another.
The heat produced from our flames chewed into the war-torn grounds, melting it, as if it were made of ice, not dirt and stone.
My friends’ smiling faces flickered in my mind—Harper, Ryker, Lyra, Graiyson . . .
I could not lose this battle, which meant I needed to do more. Fight harder.
Grunting, I raised my foot as I tried to take a step forward. It felt as though someone had their hand pressed against my shin, trying to push it back.
I roared as I focused, bottling every bit of energy and strength I could and pouring it into that one task. And it was enough. Enough to push Aurelius’s flame one step back.
I took another. And another. Until I was running—my flame obliterating his.
But when I was an arm’s reach away from him, I was met with his laughter. “You truly think you have an advantage over me?”
My jaw slackened—me thinking I was gaining ground? That I was beating him? It hadallbeen a ploy—I wasn’t winning, but he let me think I was.
He disappeared, my flame shooting past, blasting into the distance. I snatched my power back before it could hurt anyone or anything.
A wall of steel pressed into my back. An arm banded around my torso while a hand snaked around my throat—crushing my windpipe. Aurelius’s mighty wings slapped once, and my feet lifted from the ground as he flew us into the sky.
“I will enjoy snapping your neck this time, and while your pitiful body tries to recover, I’ll send every mortal you have ever loved to the Spirit Realm,” he promised.
No!I wouldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t let him take any more lives. But what could I do? I’d thought that I could fight him, but I realized now that I had been a fool. His powers were well beyond my own. So what could I—
Just then, light reflected on the sharp edge of the obsidian blade. That was where I found my answer.
Von had once told me that the Blade of Moram would bring his salvation, but if it fell into the wrong hands, it could mean my demise. And although it wasn’t my weakness, in the same sense that the Crown of Thorns was, it was a weakness nonetheless because of who I was linked to . . .
