Page 157 of Heiress of Fire

One Predator was assigned to Gen and Micah and two assigned to Emmy. Davina was sure that it was because Emmy didn’t allow them a single moment of peace, she fought not to smirk at her littlest sister’s fierceness.

“What would happen if I were to slip and—” Raven scratched Genevive’s cheek, “accidentally hurt one of your creatures?”

Davina growled as Gen whimpered with red blood dripping down her cheek. A strange yet powerful anger settled down inside of Davina. “Get your fingers off my sister or I’m going to rip them off one by one.”

“You’d have to get to me first.”

The shadows that encircled Davina’s body tightened before picking her up and throwing her across the shattered house, which made her land harshly on a faraway tree trunk. She groaned, trying to find air to breathe in. Pulling herself onto her knees, she coughed violently.

A large Main Predator, wearing black leather, approached her. He leaned in and examined her face.

“Hi, I know I don’t look the best right now, but I don’t think we’ve met. My name’s Davina, what’s your—”

The Predator lifted her off the ground, slamming her back against the tree trunk again.

“That’s not so nice.” Davina frowned. The Predator grunted as he lifted her again. She was quick to wrap her legs around his large neck and twist. There was a loud crack between her thighs as she jumped off him before he thudded onto the grass.

Troops of Main and Lowly Predators stood before Davina, covering any sight that she could have of Raven and her siblings.

“Emmy and Micah are next,” the Main and Lowly Predators said in unison with a wide smirk on their faces.

Clouds of gray mist and lightning passed above her, Ron was nearby. A sense of peace washed through her before it was replaced by intensive fury.

“Like hell they are,” Davina muttered, stretching out her wings, larger than ever.

She flew across the field of armed Predators, flapping her wings and causing sparks of fire to land on the nearing enemies. Davina punched, twirled, and grabbed at their necks before throwing them against each other.

Davina stopped in the middle of the field, her eyes scanning how swiftly they searched to near her. She felt sorry for them. They faithfully served a master who sent them on a fool’s mission.

Because she was the justice that the King raised for his people, Raven, and her Predators would pay. The King gave her the privilege. He handed Raven over to her. For the people, for her siblings, for Ron, for Leilani, and above all for herself.

Davina screamed. Her fists sent out waves of a violet firestorm, letting out all the rage she had for having carried the burden of the eldest daughter, the fury she felt that her siblings were in danger, the contempt she held for Leilani, her once best friend because she betrayed her for such a vain reason.

Once her throat ran dry, she realized her twin swords were loyally set on her back. She ripped them out of their holster and began to thrash her way through the hundreds of Predators that ran against her.

She slashed at them, their dark blood spilling and coating her iron armor, working briskly to finish them off before Raven laid another finger on the kids. She’d burn the entire island of Basalt into the deep oceans if something else happened to them. They’d been through enough.

Davina noticed the Main Predators grab onto her siblings as bolts of lightning struck down from the dark and gloomy clouds. The strikes of electricity neared Raven and the Predators at each strike on the ground, the fumes of the flashes surrounded them.

Davina stabbed the last Predator beside her without taking her eyes off her siblings, then sent each of her twin swords into the two Predators behind Emmy, grabbed her lapis lazuli diadem, and aimed it at the Main Predator’s neck that stood behind Micah. Davina pulled out the spiked snowflake that Snow had gifted to her, which was hidden under her wrist, and lodged it into the Predator’s chest behind Genevieve.

The Predators had been dispatched, and it was only Raven who stood before her siblings.

She stood straight, chest heaving, staring at Raven with a dark stare. “I am done playing your little games. This. Ends. Now.”

Raven scoffed, “This is far from over, Almenara.”

Large puffs of smoke appeared behind Davina’s siblings. Mist of darkness covered the vast terrain of the battle. An entire company of Main Predators materialized through the vapor. They were already pacing toward the Almenara children, causing the ground of the battlefield to rumble.

Clear crescent shapes of vibrations made some of the Predators fall and ruin their marching formation. It was Cara. Davina found the pink-armored Basalan with a hand on the ashen land beneath her. Davina sighed in relief.

Flashes of bright yellow gleam shot through the regiment of Raven’s servants. It was Valerie, who was throwing daggers of her sunlight with swift aim. Then, the wind suddenly began to pick up. A violent rotating column of gray currents grew rapidly, causing many of the Predators to be taken into the eye of the tornado. Davina did not doubt that it was Beacon’s work.

A bolt of lightning flashed from the dark clouds above and crashed onto Raven’s back. The Dark Mistress stumbled while smoke sizzled from her chest. The lightning had struck right through to her. Ron sneaked behind the staggering Dark Mistress and quietly untied Micah’s bondages. Ron gave a silent signal to Micah which he was quick to obey.

Micah grabbed Emmy and carried her as Ron held onto Genevieve.

Ron looked back at Davina, Gen cradled in his arms, he nodded curtly. Out of everything that Ron had ever done for her, taking care of her siblings would be the greatest of them all.

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