Somehow this was going to come back on him. He knew it. Such things always did, and they left him bleeding and cursing. Yet even so, he couldn’t allow Medea to be hurt any worse than she already had been. She was right. She’d been through enough and at the end of the day, they were family. Maybe not in the conventional sense, but he felt a kinship with her all the same. And he had grown up thinking himself as one of Stryker’s sons. Thinking of Stryker’s daughter as his own sister.
Every time he looked at Medea, he saw Tannis’s beloved face. Remembered their time as children. They’d all been innocent victims of a fetid power game between the ancient gods. All of them had paid a high cost to continue living, just to spite those who would see them fall for no reason whatsoever.
For better or worse, Medea was every bit as much his sister as Tannis had been. And because he loved her, he refused to add to her pain.
“I don’t know if it’ll work or not.”
Medea chafed at his hedging. “Oh for goodness’ sake, just say it, already!”
“A dragonstone.” The one thing Xyn had told him about so very long ago. They were incredibly powerful and could curse just about anything.
Pulling back, she scowled at him. “A what?”
Urian hedged as he sought a way to explain it. But it wasn’t as easy as it should be. “For lack of a better term, it’s an enchanted rock the dragons have. Supposedly, it can cure anything. Even death.”
“Where do you get one?”
That was the easy part.
And the hardest thing imaginable, as there were so few left. “As luck would have it, there’s one here.”
Joy returned to her dark eyes. “Where?”
He visibly cringed at the last place either of them wanted to venture. Because asking for help there was all kinds of rampant stupid. If only Xyn were still alive. She’d have shared hers in a heartbeat. “That would be the stickler, as it belongs to Falcyn.” The bastard he hated almost as much as Apollo.
“That surly beast I met earlier?”
He nodded. “To my knowledge, that’s the last one in existence. The rest were all destroyed or have gone missing.”
Medea groaned out loud. “Great. So how do I go about getting this thing?”
“Word of advice? Ask nicely.”
Urian and Medeaentered the room where they’d been told Falcyn had gone to see Blaise.
Problem was, they weren’t alone. And the fey Adoni with them didn’t seem happy. Indeed, this appeared about the same as walking into the middle of a bank robbery.
With all the robbers wrapped in C-4.
Falcyn drew up short at the sight of them. “Here to help or to hinder? Declare yourself.”
Urian didn’t hesitate with his answer. “Whichever choice ends with me on your good side.”
“Grab the bitch.”
That better not be his sister Falcyn was talking about.
But before anyone could move, a bright light pulsed inside the room, blinding everyone except Blaise, who couldn’t see anyway.
Falcyn cursed. “Urian?”
Hissing from the pain, Urian held his hand up in a useless effort to try to see someone past the large white blob. “Blind as a bat!” he snapped in response to Falcyn’s call. “Dee?”
“Can’t see shit.”
“It’s demons in the room.” Blaise moved to cover them. “Gallu.”
Ah, that’s just great.At least they weren’t Charonte.
