Page 56 of Power of Draken

Logan and I keep Rowan between us as we make our way back along the slick, narrow roof ledges. We are walking into the wind now, which tears at our clothes along with the downpour. I keep my focus split between evaluating the rooftops ahead, counting the mercs below, and watching Rowan pick her way over the slippery footing. All three lines of effort are getting increasingly worse results.

It’s not a few mercs as we’d first thought, it’s more. And by the looks of it, they are getting themselves stationed and organized, with every fighter alert at his post. These aren’t civilians cowering from the weather or drunks seeking out coins and brawls.

We’re almost at the edge of the building when Logan shouts for us to get down. I drop immediately, my body covering Rowan’s, who lets out a surprised grunt as she hits the roof. A second later, I feel the sharp thud of an arrow embed itself in my calf. Pain explodes up my leg, white-hot and searing. Stars. Auric steel.

I grit my teeth, choking back a howl as the corrupted metal spreads its venom through my fae veins. My muscles lock, a wave of nausea threatening to bring me down completely.

Logan curses under his breath, his eyes snapping to mine with a flash of worry before his attention turns to the adjacent rooftops. “We are about to have company.”

I haul myself to my feet, gritting my teeth against the agony ripping through my leg as I drag Rowan toward a crumbling chimney for cover and draw my blade.

“You are hurt,” Rowan whispers as I force her down. “How can I help?”

“Don’t get dead.” I reach down and snap off most of the arrow shaft. I can already tell that if I try to pull the arrowhead itself free right now, I’ll go unconscious as quickly as Rowan had earlier.

Logan wasn’t kidding about company. I spot the archer who’d shot me on the adjacent roof and hurl a dagger at him. It embeds in his eye but doesn’t solve our problem.

Rowan pulls her dagger, and for a second I think she intends to rush out into battle. Fortunately, she has sense and stays crouched. Alert, armed, but crouched behind cover. Good girl.

To the north, a group of three mercs are spreading out along the roofline, their crossbows trained on our position. Their dark uniforms blend into the shadows, making them nearly invisible in the night. I’m certain that the only reason they haven’t shot yet is because they need us alive and fear a poor shot might nick our hearts by accident.

More mercenaries scale the roof with the speed and agility of trained soldiers, their auric steel blades glinting in the flashes of lightning that splits the sky.

The first merc reaches the roof and lunges at me, his blade arcing toward my throat. I meet his strike, but the parry that should have made no impression on me, now reverberates through my whole body. The auric alloy from that arrow wound is already doing its job rendering my fae gifts null. I dispatch the man with a slice over his jugular, and twist in time to force another one into retreat.

Logan is a blur of lethal efficiency beside me, his blades cutting down one mercenary after another with the preternatural grace I no longer have.

“Behind you,” Rowan calls.

I turn and drive my blade into the belly of a tall wiry man, but then stagger when I have to shift my weight to my injured leg to pull the blade free from his body. The auric steel arrow in my calf pulses with every movement, sapping my strength with each beat of my heart. The sheer devastation that auric steel is wrecking on my body has me gasping for breath. It would do worse to Logan. It would cost him his wolf. Permanently if his body ingests too much of it.

“Logan, leave,” I order.

“Not a chance,” Logan snaps, decapitating the man who comes toward him. He is better, faster, and more lethal than the humans, but he doesn’t understand what even a nick of those weapons would do to him. Or maybe he does and doesn’t care.

But that’s my job. And I can see the archers on the adjacent roof getting anxious. Too many of their squadmates are dying. Another minute and they will give up worrying that their shot might kill us outright, and take it. Hells, another minute and the mercs will give up on the notion of taking us alive all together. They’ll kill Rowan. Logan and I won’t be able to protect her, not if we are both wounded with those damn blades.

And even if they don’t kill us outright, there is no scenario here in which Logan doesn’t get wounded eventually. He is fighting to protect us, not himself. And once that happens, they will take us all. Worse yet, the draken will come for a doomed rescue attempt and will get hurt as well. They have no shields this side of the wards and are utterly susceptible to those auric crossbows.

Whatever the Queen of Eryndor is doing with the wounded draken she captures, it’s more than I can risk for Ulyssus Arianda, and Nyx.

This battle is already over. All I can do now is cut our losses.

Keep Rowan alive. Get Logan out of here, keep him operational. Stop this before the draken take that suicidal flight I already feel Ulyssus ready to do.

“Logan, go. Now.” I holler. “On your oath.”

Logan’s eyes flash with more fury than I’ve ever seen, but as I gather my strength and send my shadows to cover him, I know the order will be followed. The darkness around Logan ripples and the warrior steps from our world into the Gloom. It shouldn’t be possible this side of the wards and we’ve long given up trying to work out how Logan can do it. Right now, the how doesn’t matter. What matters is that Logan is alive and unharmed. That we have a fighting chance.

My vision swims, and I drop beside Rowan, desperate to keep her safe.

“What’s happening?” she asks.

“We are surrendering,” I say, and raise my hands over my head, my weapons clattering to the wet roof.

Chapter 28

Rowan

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