Page 104 of Amethyst and Iron
In fact, it all was. I could feel the positions of every single soldier without even needing to see them. I could sense magic being called, vampires shifting their weight, hear even fangs dropping.
“Lazriel Thaine,” Lucas ground out. “The born hybrid.”
“That’s correct,” Remnant rumbled. “Myson.”
Lucas’ eyes shot wide. “Yourson? You’re the one… the Ancient rumored to have… that can’t be. Conjecture is that it was Lucian Black.”
“Lucian Black?” I let out a laugh that had my dad eyeing me with intrigue and surprise. I guess with him being so serious on the battlefield, it was a departure for sure. “In deep love with Jaxon Silver, Ryker Morgan, and Mia Snow? Fathering a child with somebody outside their unit? Ha. You purist fuckers really are another level of delusional. You don’t see the truth of much beyond your own bullshit beliefs, huh?”
Lucas sneered back at me. “They want your head on a pike. You know that? There’s a directive and everything. Just about you. Your Crossborn leader is gonna be dismembered and ripped limb from limb and spread out right alongside you. That fucking Immortal husband of his will see he’s not the almighty force of protection he thinks he is. And the entire world will see what happens to a born hybrid. They’ll cower, they’ll kneel in fear, and then they’ll all be wiped from the face of the—”
Remnant roared and shoved into the army, sending a dozen of them flying toward Lucas. Two magic-wielders threw up a shield before they made contact, them bouncing off it. Remnant was there in the next second, ripping their heads off. Every single one of them.
Reacting with emotion.
Because of me.
Because of what that shithead had threatened.
He stood in the middle of the sixty left, right there in a dangerous position.
I burst in there too, snapping four necks of vampires on my way, then blowing back six more, clearing the way for my dad and me.
I caught sight of his smile just before he focused on the fight, then grasped the shoulders of two lunging at him from either side, and crushed their skulls together, before tearing them from their bodies in a very bloody macabre display, the blood actually spraying all over him as he held their heads high in the air.
Two power streams slammed into him and he tossed a head at either magic-wielder, the sharp sounds of necks snapping as they made contact ringing out to my deeply immersed senses.
I leaped up and spun into a kick that blew back another two magic-wielders in front of me just as they tried to fire at me. It knocked them onto their asses unconscious.
Hands grabbed at me—my arms, my tee from the back, trying to pull me down, while another three came at me from the front.
I grunted and hissed, fangs dropping.
I let them take me down to the floor.
But at the point of impact, I jerked sharply to the side and rolled, hooking my leg around one of them and tossing them off me and into two others. As it blew them back, I snagged the ankle of another from my position on the ground and threw him over my head, stunned at my power as he hurtled fifty feet into the distance, his neck snapping against the concrete and even taking a chunk out of it.
As more moved in, I blurred back to my feet much faster than I ever had been capable of before.
I could feel my heart pumping, that fresh blood warming me.
But not just the blood.
It was that barrier being down now.
It was accessing something I hadn’t felt fully before.
Something I’d been too scared to allow proper breath.
But in this moment, it didn’t feel out of control or even scary.
It felt like freedom.
And as a dozen vampires closed in around me and then a magic-wielder fired their power at me, I didn’t feel the burn of the magic like I usually did, something I pushed through, but actually cost me to be able to do.
This time it was just an annoyance.
Three other blasts hit my back and I did feel the weight of it then.
