Page 81 of My Eternal Light

Kincaid smiling, turned just in time to see one of the guards level his arm behind Kendrick, the gun pointed at his king’s head.

A primal cry wrenched from his throat as his vision darkened and his rage took over. He raised his power hand and swung his arm away, intending to fling the guard backward.

What actually did end up flying backward was the man’s head, sliced cleanly from his neck and cauterized.

The Ashleigh brothers seeing what almost happened encircled Kendrick immediately.

Thane spun him around. “Can you do that again?”

“I don’t know, maybe?”

“Clear this building. We cannot risk him anymore,” Thane ordered.

The Sword of Storm Keep had spoken.

Taking a deep breath, he brought up both hands. As the remaining guards advanced, he held on to the fear he had felt at the possibility of losing his king. Unlike the other elements, air seemed almost eager to help.

The wind whipped like giant scythes, and though heads were rolling, little blood was shed as his fire element sealed the wounds. Before he knew it, he stood panting in the middle of the room, the only ones left breathing were himself, his king, the Ashleigh brothers, Meryn’s squad and the poor fae strapped to the device.

As they approached the gaunt man, he looked up at them. “Please, kill me,” he begged brokenly.

Kendrick easily broke the straps. “Let your queen decide. She has lost far too many children. If you can hold on for just one hour and you still want to die after returning to Éire Danu, I will send you off peacefully myself,” he promised.

Tears trickled out of the corner of the man’s eyes, disappearing into his hairline. “I can hold on for a bit longer.”

Kendrick eased him off the metal table and got him propped up against the wall. He tapped his headset. “Darian, Oron, main building is clear.”

“Damn boyo! That was impressive!” Gambit said, slapping him on the back soundly.

“Control room is clear,” Legolas said, holding up some square metal boxes.

Gunshots in the distance had Kincaid turning for the door. He looked back and Thane nodded. “Go to your unit. We’ll keep the portals secure.”

Kincaid took off running to the North. That’s where Aiden and the Éire Danu warriors were fighting. He approached the kicked in door and eased down the hallway. When he got to the main room, he was shocked to see that the warriors were pinned down on either side by the guards. He could see at least two bodies on the ground.

Not a blade this time, but a noose. He sent out his magic like a large lasso. He clenched both fists and pulled as hard as he could. The razor-like noose tightened and heads began to fall.

To his left, the noose tightened a fraction slower and one of the guards was able to get a shot off. He felt a punch to his side before those guards were laying on the ground as well.

Seeing that their enemies were down, the warriors began to fan out. The sounds of fighting were heard in the guard’s rooms and in a room off to one side.

Gasping, he dropped to his knees. Breathing was becoming difficult.

“Aeson, it was Kincaid! Kincaid is down!” Balder yelled.

“What!”

Kincaid kept his hand pressed to his ribs. He smiled. “I helped,” he said, fighting for each word.

Ari came running up, his hair floating about his head like a mane. “Caid? Shit!” He looked around and saw that one of their healers, Heath, was already treating Leon and Broden.

Kincaid coughed and blood flew from his mouth. “Probably nicked a lung,” he guessed.

“You fucking think?” Ari yelled.

Brie jogged over. “Can you heal yourself or do you need to go to Noctem Falls?”

“Give me a second,” he wheezed.

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