Page 316 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
She spun, taking in the surroundings.
The stormy skies casting everything in grey.
Dead grass and scorched earth.
Bodies everywhere.
Blood and mud.
The rain.
It hit her then.
That thing that had been nagging at her since they’d come here as she looked around at the fighting and the fallen.
This was her vision.
Every godsdamn time.
This was it.
And they never won.
Not a single time.
A hand cupped her chin, forcing her to look into emerald depths. “What is it, Tessa?” Theon demanded.
“Only one can be left standing,” she whispered, just as blinding light erupted.
She scrambled, casting her power out to grab Theon and Luka. She felt them both, their power reaching for her too.
Then that light swallowed them whole.
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TESSA
Tessa hit the ground hard, rolling several times across a marble floor. Scrambling onto her hands and knees, she saw Theon several feet away doing the same. But Luka? He couldn’t be too far from her or?—
A furious roar echoed, the floor beneath her shuddering, and she looked up to find a domed ceiling of glass. The sky was spitting rain, drops streaming along the panes, and perched atop it was Luka, fully shifted and sapphire eyes glowing with wrath as black flames hit the glass. The water evaporated into nothing, but the glass didn’t even crack.
Light was suddenly hitting the dome from the inside, the glass seeming to absorb it and letting it pass through, jolting through the dragon. Luka back-flapped, another furious roar sounding from him as he hovered outside…wherever they were.
She took in the space. Pure white and gold, the walls were the same glass as the ceiling. The entire room was circular, the marble floor beneath her boasting streaks of red and brown from her rolling across it. Theon was on his knees, that same godsdamn seraph who never spoke standing behind him while five…Hunters closed in.
Fuck.
She looked down, seeing the gashes along her arms that were steadily dripping to the floor.
“They won’t hurt him yet.”
Theon was watching her, lips pressed into a thin line and eyes blazing with the same wrath as Luka’s.
Stick to the plan, Theon said down the bond.
Tessa turned away from him to the source of the voice.
Rordan was across the room, bent over what appeared to be raised garden beds. His crisp navy suit was in place, his back to her. As if she wasn’t a threat. “I find gardening rather soothing,” Rordan went on. “I think it’s in the blood. Light and beginnings. Creating something new and bringing it to life.”
