Page 180 of Amethyst and Iron
If he couldn’t take out Morien, he could take them. Sound reasoning.
Or so it seemed until his golden magic slammed up against an invisible shield that burst into view as a shimmering white dome when his magic hit.
He had the power to break through it, but it would take time.
He snarled, then unleashed his dragon flame, the ferocious fire blazing from his open mouth.
The shield shuddered.
And then a dozen of the Dark Fae who weren’t busy using Morien’s borrowed power against Cassius, Kai, and Ryker, thrust their palms forward and Ketheron was screaming.
No!
They still had a link to him that had been established when they’d infected his wall.
He yelled and staggered, clutching at his head.
His eyes met mine and I saw the terror in them that he was paralyzed in a whole other way than we were, unable to help.
Of course his concern would be for others and not his own agony. He was a true gentle soul, perhaps the most gentle soul to ever walk this earth. And yet all he experienced was suffering.
From psychopaths like these.
It made me so fucking sick, I couldn’t even begin to reconcile it.
Rustling sounded and even though I couldn’t move my head, I managed to see a blur cutting across the area.
It had to be Lazriel rushing back into the fight.
“May you finally find peace in death, darling,” Morien spoke.
I heard Lazriel bellowing in the distance, obviously having heard that.
But it was too late.
Morien called his power in a massive surge and it streamed up into the sky, flash lightning sparking.
Then he gathered it in a sudden sweep and slammed his palms together, creating a horrific shockwave that shot straight toward me.
“Ashes to ashes,” Morien rumbled.
