“NO!” I screamed again before switching to the Bond.
“You fight, Faylinn. Youfight. I am coming, my love. I am—”My pleas cut off with the surefire signs that Faylinn was closing the Bond. I was close enough now that I could see the silver wetness in her eyes, the trembling of her chin.
“NO!”I roared. Faylinn physically flinched at the sound, the skin of her forehead tightening with the motion, but the Bond opened back up.“No,”I said softer.“Remember? I said don’t shut me out. Not ever again, my love.”
“I’m . . . we’re going to die, Rohak. You will feel it all.”
“Then let me be present with you as you pass. Where you go, I go. What you feel, I feel. We are one, Faylinn.”
Tears cascaded down her cheeks, creating paths of clean skin through the dirt and grime that marred her beautiful cheeks.
She truly was stunning; the most amazing and transcendently beautiful woman I’d ever met.
And she was mine, if only for a time.
Chapter One Hundred Fourteen
Ellowyn
“FAYLINN!”
Rohak’s unmistakable growl cut through the sounds of battle, momentarily suspending action as we watched the normally reticent General take off at a dead sprint toward the middle of the battlefield.
I shielded my eyes against the sun, searching for Faylinn.
My heart dropped, bile pooling in my mouth, as I saw his intended target; Faylinn’s curls were clutched in Solace’s hand.
I held my breath, heart pounding wildly.
“Fuck,” Torin whispered, quickly dispatching the two Mages we were locked in heated battle with. “Can you reach her?”
I pulled on my Destruction Magic, intent on sending an arrow of it at the Goddess of Lies, but my hold slipped, the power fading from my grasp.
With a growl of frustration, I yanked harder, commanding it with sheer force of will to manifest.
But it simply fell through my fingers once more.
“You too?” Torin asked, his honey eyes searching mine. I bit my lip with a singular nod. I didn’t want to think what that meant, not now.
“We still have five powers between us,” Torin mumbled, and I grunted in agreement.
“With a well limited by that bitch over there,” I seethed. Torin’s hand rested on my shoulder briefly before he called forth a wave of water, pushing a group of Mages back down the hill we stood upon. It gave us a better viewing advantagefor the chaos below, and the high ground was always easier to defend and maintain.
It still stood, however, that at some point we’d have to engage in the fray and abandon our much more advantageous position.
But when was that time?
Was it to save Fay?
I chewed my lip in thought. The battle raged below, smoke and dust slowly curling on the breeze to waft toward us when it was not pulled in earnest by the Air Mages. If Torin and I were at full strength, we’d have entered the battle immediately, ending it with little bloodshed.
The loss of our tether and dormancy of our godly powers was more than just alarming; it was a death knell.
Faylinn’s cry of anguish pulled my attention back to the present, my heart aching for her as I watched Rohak fall to his knees, body jolting from the impact. Only then, seeing her love feet before her, did she start to struggle.
Oh, Faylinn. A sob stuck in my throat, a hand coming up to cover my mouth.
Faylinn and Rohak were important—they were our best friends,goodpeople Elyria would need when this was all over. But the battle wouldn’t be won by saving them.
