“He still dotes on her. She can bring him to us.” The Apollite tightened his grip on Nephele’s arm and turned his hate-filled glare toward her. “Call for Urian to open the portal.”
She shook her head. “I will not betray my solren.”
He backhanded her so hard that she hit the floor.
With a deep growl, Urian teleported without a second thought. And realized too late that he should have probably looked around at how many men were actually in this hall before he acted.
Then waited for at least one more Apollite to join him on this venture.
Probably more.
Yeah, this was a bad idea, as he was severely outnumbered. Glancing around while trying to act nonchalant, he saw at least one hundred Apollites and Daimons in the hall.
With him.
And Nephele.
Damn, I should have taught her to fight better.Though he’d tried, she’d never been interested in it and had always ended up spending more time arguing with him about going into the ring than actually learning to defend herself. Which had been completely counterproductive, so he’d given up out of frustration.
Note to self—I failed at parenting.
Then again, given the huge number of warriors in the hall, it wouldn’t have mattered with just the two of them.
They were doomed.
Doing his best not to show his true feelings on the subject, Urian cleared his throat and arched a brow at the men surrounding him. There was only one thing to be done.
Bluff and swagger.
He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the one in front of him. “I suggest you remove your hands from my daughter or lose them.”
Sounded tough enough. He could almost believe it.
The Apollite had the nerve to laugh. That lasted for about three seconds until Urian blasted him with his powers and rendered the hyena a smoldering pile of ash on the floor. Before the others could recover from their shock, Urian grabbed Nephele and summoned a portal. He sent her through it and was about to go after her when the others rushed him.
He closed it instantly to protect his family and Kalosis. Which meant he was on the wrong side of things.
Damn it.
Forcing himself to remain calm, he blinked slowly as he scanned the men. “Now that my daughter’s safe …” He reached up toward his necklace. It was his last line of defense.
Might not work. Might even get him killed faster. Honestly, he couldn’t blame Ruyn if he chose not to answer. Or kill him on arrival. But Urian was really out of options.
He pricked his finger and hoped the blood was enough to summon his brother-in-law while they closed in.
“Kill the bastard of Apollo!”
Urian scoffed at those words. For one thing, he wasn’t a bastard, he was quite legitimate. Second … “Why?” he snarled, unsheathing his sword. “Not like I love him, either.”
Their answer came as a mass attack.
Bloody wonderful. Kill him for a piece-of-crap grandparent he hated. That was just all kinds of wrong.
Summoning his powers, he really regretted not wearing Xyn’s armor right now. He should have gotten over his feelings and remembered that he was a warrior and it was enchanted.
And that he liked having his balls attached to his body.
A light flashed beside him. He turned to attack, intending to kill whatever it was that had decided to join their party. Then he hesitated and pulled back as he saw Ruyn manifesting there.
