Someone had to stop them. Phillip grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let me go.
“You get near him and he’ll die,” he warned me, and my lips parted. I didn’t want him to die. I needed him to let go of the hate that he harbored deep in his soul and choose love.
Faith.
This was going to be okay. It had to be.
Everyone was completely enraptured by the scene before them.
Draco cursed and then spit blood from his mouth. They couldn’t die—why would they keep fighting? This had to be personal on a level that we didn’t understand.
“Dorian, please.” I begged for him to stop, to choose me over this. He looked at me, and Draco used the opportunity to punch him hard in his perfect face.
Dorian smirked and then spit out his own share of blood.
Draco took a step back, seeming to be shocked by the blood on the pavement. It did look odd.
“Demigod,” Draco cursed, and then looked at Phillip as if he knew this all along.
Demigod?
“It’s impossible.” Draco shook his head, not believing what he had discovered.
“I’m very much here, and I will have revenge!” Dorian shouted and then began to attack Draco with a fierceness I never imagined he possessed. Both men were lethal, and I was afraid for them. They were too evenly matched.
Someone from Dorian’s team shook out of his shock and moved toward Leon so fast he was just a blur.
Then the others followed. Stolen powers fought the originals, and I couldn’t help but fall to my knees at the sight before me. Brother fighting brother. Hate fighting hate. It had to end.
Draco and Dorian were covered in each other’s blood splatters and still fighting, but both seemed to be losing energy quickly.
Leon and his battle partner were causing chaos with all the buildings around us, debris falling everywhere, and a light pole came crashing down behind Rose, Phillip, and me.
“We have to do something!” I looked back at Phillip, and he was standing there with a face that said it all. This was supposed to happen. He was following his line to the bright future he wanted for us.
I wasn’t okay with that. Someone was going to get hurt, maybe even die. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t let it happen.
My legs found their strength, and I started moving toward the two men that were fighting for a death that neither could find.
