CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE
I stood perfectly still, my hand still up in the air with the detonator and Finn’s hand wrapped around my wrist. I whispered, “What do I do?”
Godric spun around and roared, “You don’t fucking touch that button.”
My lips thinned into a straight line. I nodded.
Finn carefully lowered my hand to my side and released me. “We need to get her out of there.”
Godric turned his head to his brother. “Will your magic work on so many—”
“No,” Cassander rumbled. He glared at the building. “And you can’t go in there.”
“Hell, yes, I can.”
“No, you can’t. I saw you die tonight if you do.”
Silence poured down over our group.
“I’ll go,” Cassander stated. “I’m the best chance she has of getting out of there. Even if you weren’t slated to die, God, I can hold them off better than all of you.”
Godric’s nostrils flared. “Then get in there.”
“Don’t come after us, God.”
“Just bring my mate back.”
“I will.”
Cassander sprinted across the field, then leapt through the air and landed amongst the golems. His form filled the night sky again as he jumped into the air, his swords gleaming in his hands from the moon above. We watched him do this until he disappeared down into the building from the roof.
My breaths puffed in shallow inhales, my hands shaking. He had to get the little princess. She wasn’t going to die like this. Her will and lust for life were too strong.
We waited.
We waited.
We waited.
Waited…
My finger hovered over the detonator button once more. If it meant saving them, I would go against God’s wishes. One painful death was not worth a final death.
Thenhemoved. Jumped…soared.
“No!” Finn shouted in anguish, his right arm extending as if to catch him and pull him back. “God, no!”
Mr. Mason was sprinting after him.
But Godric had already disappeared.
Wolfe was holding his head with both hands.
And Mr. Alaric Wood fell to his knees.
Tears welled in my eyes. I lifted the detonator.
The man with silver hair was in the night sky.
