Page 286 of Cursed Evermore
“Bravo, bravo.” He clapped. “I knew you’d give me a good show.”
“What the fuck is going on here?” I stepped forward, ready to rush at him and cleave him in half, but the ground between us fell away.
“I’ll tell you what’s happening. But only because it adds to the entertainment value of tonight’s showdown.” He laughed. “This is what’s happening: you, Wolfe Nightblade, left what was most valuable to you at home and came out here with your best warriors to getme.”
“What are you talk—” The words died in my throat.
What was most valuable to me.
Gods. There was no question about what that was.
Elariya.
I raised my sword and growled. “What does she have to do with this?”
“Everything, my boy. Interesting mage you have there. Power in the making. I was so impressed that she sensed me at the library when I used my best cloaking spell.”
“That was you?” I grated out, pointing my sword at him.
“Poor Wolfe Nightblade, so blinded by love he couldn’t see the devils watching him and his flock all this time. Did you seriously think you could keep your little secret without anyone finding out? The girl is your tracker. The path to the ring.”
I couldn’t even answer. I had been a fool, thinking my actions had gone unnoticed. But all this time, I was worried about my uncle when there were bigger things at stake.
“That stupid Marcus thought he could be a hero for his king.” The asshole laughed out loud. “He was brave, I’ll give him that. And yes, he did expose us. But all we did was flip things around to our advantage.”
“You won’t get to her.”
“Why? Because the wards at Vyrenth Hollow are set up to keep people like me out?” He tapped the side of his head, pretending to think. “Oh, we found a way inside.”
“There’s no fucking way.”
“Yet we found one.” He spread his arms wide and smiled. “Things have a way of working out when you keep trying. The Ruskiel didn’t get your mage on the ship for us, but we’ll get her tonight.”
Fuck. Gods above.The Ruskiel?
Fuck! It was all part of the same plot.
And I was always being watched. I’d thought the Ruskiel attack was suspicious; now I knew I’d been right.
This was a trap.
Everything was a trap. To get her.
Elariya.
Panic made me try to portal. Then I remembered I couldn’t use my powers here.
I lashed out my wings and shot toward the exit before anyone could say anything more. Alaric and Bastian followed, matching my frantic pursuit.
Behind us, the necromancer chanted, “Told you to go home.”
I wasn’t listening anymore.
Vyrenth Hollow was under attack.
And I wasn’t there.
Gods help me, I might already be too late.
