Page 70 of Veiled Fate
That was what Fate had told me. It had worked when I’d fought Lycaonus.
It had damn well better work now.
With a growl that started fresh blood trickling down my throat, I commanded the light to my hand, a ball of it in the palm, lighting our way.
Sparks of emerald flickered and sputtered, throwing off crazed shadows.
I snarled.LIGHT!
A globe of bright green light burst into being, shining its rays across the walls, the floor, the ceiling, and across my broken body and Kiel’s bloodstained skin. It spilled over everything behind us and in front of us.
Including the pair of bright blue eyes staring out at us from under a cowl, dual blades perched on the owner's waist.
The other Nehringi.
Somewhere behind us came the sound of heavily armored people moving toward us.
The trap had been sprung.
Chapter Thirty-Five
My body screamed, back arching wildly as renewed agony shot through it.
“I can feel it,” I got out somehow. “Kiel, I can feel it in my veins!”
The light in the corridor amplified, jade lightning flickering from my stomach and arm, pulsing through my body, lighting the skin from underneath as my mortal form struggled to contain the power of a goddess.
It fucking hurt.A lot.
I shrieked—and lightning darted along my teeth. I knew because my gums lit on fire, and I could see the sparks jumping across my lips.
“I don’t have time for you,” Kiel snarled at the Nehringi, just standing there, blocking our path.
The only response from the assassin was to draw his short, thick blade. Although his response may have been nonverbal, the intent behind it was more than clear. We were not going to be allowed to pass. Not without a fight, at least.
I jerked again, another wave slamming into me, tearing me apart from the inside.
Fury and anguish welled up in me.
If you want it, make it so.
The line echoed in my mind over and over again as the sounds of armor clanking grew louder and louder, the Wulfhere closing in on us from behind. At that point, it didn’t matter how Lycaonus had known where we were headed. His men were there, and we needed to deal with it.
Thrusting my fist forward, I envisioned lightning blasting the Nehringi backward.
What I got was a cone of iridescent emerald energy as thick as my wrist. It erupted from my palm, slamming into the Nehringi before he could blink and tossing him down the hallway. He hit the ground, skidding hard. The instant he bounced out of the way of my wrist ray of doom, he scrambled around a corner.
I nearly slipped from Kiel’s arms as my attack faded into darkness, so drained was my body. He gripped me tighter.
“Jada …” he whispered.
“No time,” I urged, forcing the words out through my mangled throat. At that point, the added pain was little more than a nuisance, a footnote, along with everything else ripping me apart. “Go.”
And go we did. Kiel was off, racing through the hallway, my body quite literally glowing with light, guiding the way and showing him to the chamber we needed.
Fate’s altar.
The plain, unmarked stone at the foot of the wolf statue waited, beckoning us as we entered the room itself.
