The mere thought made the Deathwalker power stir in my veins.
On seeing the imminent attack, I used every ounce of strength I had left in my body.
Strength that might kill me. My powers suddenly roared to life, responding to my desperation with vicious intensity.
Dark energy coursed through my body, the opposite of the mages’ white magic.
The familiar rush of power that came from walking the line between life and death flowed within me. I threw out my hand and tore a gash in reality itself.
The guys wouldn’t have been able to portal out of here. Their magic and essence wouldn’t allow it. It was a death wish to even try on a shifting plane like Morgäven.
But those rules did not apply to me.
Because I was Death. Not that much different from the fiends that wanted to devour us.
The fabric of the realm would listen to me.
A black hole appeared beneath us. The abyss beyond it howled with winds from somewhere else, anywhere else, pulling at us with desperate hunger.
Without hesitation, I unfurled my wings and wrapped them around Elariya, pulling her tightly against my chest as the portal's gravity seized us both.
I had no idea where the portal led, only that it was away from here, away from the certainty of death.
The last thing I saw before we were dragged into the screaming darkness was Alaric's face, fierce with understanding, as he grabbed Arielle and dove after us into the unknown.
Then I was drifting into darkness with my girl in my arms.
And I had no idea if where we were going was safer than where we just left.
Chapter 12
Elariya
“Soulful Nothingness”
Iopened my eyes slowly.
A sliver of light sliced through the darkness draped over me.
Real light. Golden, warm,livinglight that painted everything it touched with honey and amber. Not the sickly gray of that cursed realm or the harsh white of magical barriers but honest sunlight. It streamed down on me, and for the first time in what felt like eternity, I could breathe without tasting death on every inhale.
I shifted and realized I was pressed against something solid and warm.
A chest.
Wolfe’schest.
Memory surged, fast and disorienting, and my breath caught as I registered what was covering me.
Wings.
Wolfe had wrapped himself around me like a shield and took us away from that terrifying place, and the Soulwraiths.
The moment I moved, his hold loosened. One wing slipped, heavy and limp, falling to the side with a soft thud against the sand.
Sand.
For one foolish moment, hope flickered.
