She frowned, then started scanning our immediate area, employing her draconic senses.
That wouldn’t work in this case.
Because as I felt it again, then locked onto the nature of the disturbance, it became abundantly clear that this was no ordinary scenario.
“Teleport out,” I told them, as I swung my head toward the trees off to our right.
“What?” Zayn cried. “What’s going on?”
“I can’t feel anything,” Evira said.
“No magical signatures either,” Winter reported.
“That’s not how they operate.”
“They? We’re talking Basilisks?” Zayn asked.
“Not just any Basilisks.”
“Your parents?” Evira questioned.
I ground my jaw. “A distinct unit that was supposed to have been abolished years ago. Something I advocated to have removed and won the popular vote that made it so.”
I scanned the trees in the distance.
Ripples.
Very slight, but discernible, nonetheless.
A disconnect in the material integrity of the earth, the grass.
Camouflaged agents.
“Vax?” Winter pressed, striding over to me and calling his amber power at the ready on both palms.
“They’re known asSeptna.They’re Excetra Crown assassins.” I shook my head with the sheer insult of it. “They’ve been deployed to kill me.”
Five.
Nine.
Twelve.
Twenty.
There were twenty of them here.
I turned to my loves, while keeping an eye on the threat with my peripheral vision and my senses all at once. “I need you to leave.”
“Some fuckers obviously deployed by your parents have come here to kill you, and you want us to leave you to it?” Zayn cried. “The fuck that’s happening.”
“Absolutely not,” Evira snarled.
“No, Vax.”
“You don’t understand. To take me out they’d need to be fueled by the power of Norla herself. The damage that could be done to you all just for standing beside me—”
“You don’t think you can match her power?” Evira asked me.
