Page 22 of Lacey's Warriors

“Do you feel that?” he asked Gwarnon on their mental link

“Feel what?” his blood brother replied. “Bliss? Yes, I feel it.”

“Yes, bliss, but something else as well. Everything feels better somehow. The bed more comfortable, the sheets more enjoyable. Even the very air I breathe somehow feels better.”

Gwarnon nodded in understanding before replying on their link, “This is another step in the completion the bonded men are always talking about. It will be even better after we have our bonding ceremony.”

“When Lacey awakens, we will give her the new crystal implant. As much as I would like to hide her away, we do not have that luxury. The time of the Baladium draws near, and I pray the Lord of Life is rooting for our bride.”

Chel gripped Gwarnon’s hand tight as they watched the large screen above the arena in the Baladium, his fear for Lacey so thick, he nearly choked on it.

Seated in a special viewing area of the Baladium’s stadium, Gwarnon and Chel, along with Cormac and Nosa, all watched the battle taking place in the arena below. Chel currently switched his view between the live action before them and the different views available via his crystal implant. Those watching the Baladium games wanted to see every scream, every tear, every drop of blood spilled on the killing floor, so he had plenty of views to choose from.

The one he currently watched was Lacey screaming as a lizard jumped out of a hole in the volcanic rock.

But even though he hated to see hisalyahgritting her teeth in pain from the bite, his real fear was the battle ahead.

Somehow, by some cruel twist of fate or sadistic plot on the Baladium’s behalf, Roxy and Lacey had been paired against the Hive in their final round, and the setting was the volcanicFields of Gidien.

The moment Chel and the rest of the Warriors realized their women would be fighting the Hive, one on one, they’d all gone deadly silent.

Chel switched the view to the Hive members, his skin crawling as they made their way across the dangerous volcanic landscape to the area where the weapons were. Both the humans and the Hive had to face the same challenges, and Chel had nearly passed out when Lacey almost got crushed by a flaming boulder erupting from the lake of lava in the center of the pit. Unlike the NevShoo ship, this lava was real and could easily kill his beloved.

The women sustained more and more injuries as they made their way around the treacherous lava lake, each wound slowing them down until they moved at nearly a crawl. Lacey’s leg was injured, and even with their accelerated healing, he could tell each step was painful for them to take. He’d always known hisalyahwas tough, but watching her walk on what appeared to be a broken ankle elevated his respect for her to a whole new level.

“Come on,” Nosa growled, “Keep going. Faster. They are going to beat you to the weapons if you do not hurry, myalyah. Faster.”

Chel ignored him, his entire focus on the injured women as they fought to get to the weapons first, but they were going to be too late.

His stomach sank and darkness washed through them as he knew, without a doubt, he was about to watch his Matriarch die.

“No!” screamed Gwarnon, a cry echoed by all the men as the Hive approached the weapon filled table.

He braced himself, waiting for the moment when his life would end, holding Gwarnon close and praying that the Lord of Life make her death swift, that she didn’t suffer.

After a few moments of praying, he realized that he could still feel Lacey, could feel her fear and confusion, but not her death.

Flashing through the cameras, he at first thought something had gone wrong with the video, because the women were all still, Hive and human alike.

The Hive, with their pale skin and shaved heads, stared at Lacey and Roxy in a way that made his skin crawl. He’d witnessed firsthand the killing stare of the Hive on the battlefield, and knew the women were mentally fighting the Hive in a way he could not see but could feel. Lacey struggled, mumbling something about demons, as Roxy held her close. Then they all went still again, and Chel strained with all his might to feel her through their bond.

But her side was closed off, and it didn’t feel like her mind doing it. No, it was the Hive, and their mental barrier squirmed against his mind like a wall of poisonous worms. Still, no matter how much it repulsed him, he tried to break through that wall, to get to Lacey on the other side. He could almost feel her, could pick up just the faintest strain of her roaring fear before something odd, yet wonderous, happened. Love. A great, powerful, all-consuming love the likes of which he had never experienced came blasting through their bond like an exploding star.

If he had not already been sitting, he would have collapsed as he swore the love of the Lord of Life washed through him.

Chel was still recovering from the psychic blast when Nosa and Cormac, who evidently hadn’t felt it, began to shout.

Forcing his dazed mind to focus, he stared at the viewing screen in astonishment as the two Hive members sprinted into the lake of lava and killed themselves.

“What in the name of the Lord’s dick just happened?” Cormac whispered.

“I do not know,” Gwarnon responded as Roxy and Lacey slumped together, both panting and crying. “But I believe…I believe our women just defeated the Hive in mental combat and won the Baladium.”

Chapter 7

Lacey

Darkness.She was surrounded by darkness. On all sides, everywhere she looked, nothing but malignancy and rot. Minds so twisted, it was like being submerged in a stream of toxic filth. She was drowning in their hate, in their almost mechanical and constant stage of rage. Here and there, brief bursts of green light exploded in a shower of sparks somewhere deep in the river, and the darkness would swarm there like sharks on a chunk of meat.

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