That familiar, thundering voice has my ears ringing unbearably loud, and my mind moves in slow motion.
Holy shit.
Mellcom.
His bruised and bloody body collides with hers, and the coils of her power slither off of me. My back hits the ground so hard and fast that the air is thrust from my lungs.
At the same time, the two of them disappear through a starshoot.
Where did…He just saved me.
Fuck, now he’s gone again.
Shit, shit, shit.
I force myself to roll over and desperately draw in a deep breath. My body rocks as I groan and push the remnants of her power from my body.
Fuck, and I thought what Dimitri did in Hellveilious was bad…
This is so much worse.
“He calls to his angel,
He calls to his angel,
Hey-he, Harmony,
He calls to his angel.”
“Get the girl!”
I snap my attention over my shoulder and then crawl like my life depends on it to my discarded sword. The second the handle is in my grasp, I roll over onto my back and plunge it up.
My heart pounds in my chest as the Dark God leering a foot above me falls statue still. I don’t have a second to catch my breath.
The sword slides out as easily as it pierced his skin, and I jerk to the side before his corpse crushes me.
I spring to my feet, evading the hand that stretches out to grab me. His palm slaps the floor milliseconds after my steel of death slices through his wrist.
The six remaining Dark Gods add a little caution to their approach, and I grab my handle with both hands as they position themselves around me.
Despite what I’ve been trained to do when I’m outnumbered, I don’t wait for them to attack.
I pounce.
The way they placed their bodies between mine and Riven’s sends a feral surge through me. There won’t be any containing it.
Blood splatters across my face and armor as I spin and stab my sword around. I don’t have time for precision or quick, calculated hits.
Creed’s weapons of death are already as merciful as they can be, so really it doesn’t make a fuck where I cut.
The last body falls, tumbling off the platform, and I take a deep breath, willing the tremors wreaking havoc on me to ease. My lids flutter for a second as I mimic the words to the song Riven’s been bellowing this whole time.
A dark, threatening sigh leaves my lips as I turn toward him.
“I’m warning you now, you better fucking move.”
Who this girl is or where the fuck she came from doesn’t make a difference to me. She’s standing protectively in front of my man with a sword at the ready, and that’s about to cost her, her life.
