Page 115 of King of Knights

“He smells disgusting. Can he shift his ass downwind? Ugh.”

“Where have they come from? And there are so many,”Venus says as if she’s in awe.

I turn my attention back to the fight below. My guys are winning, but not as fast or easily as Kendrick took out Angelo. These guys are fighting back.

I release a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding as Kendrick drives his sword through the guy he’s been fighting with. I can’t help wondering why he hasn’t released his knights.

“They will only move to protect you. It’s in their nature. He’s better off fighting without them,”Venus says.

“Oh.”

A cry of agony catches my ear. I look toward the sound to see Dagger has slashed one of the hooded guys with his tail, slicing his side open. Swiftly, Dagger wraps his tail around the ankle of another and lifts him in the air. He then stabs through his chest with his ponytail.

I watch as his dark hair pulls from the guy’s chest, with blood dripping from the blade-shaped tip. His hair literally looks like a shiny black sword.

“Where’s the bishop?”Venus asks.

I quickly dart my gaze around. Rock, in his dragon form, has one of the guys pinned to a wall as another slashes at him with a sword. He roars and slaps the guy with his tail.

Kendrick is still engaged in battle. The guy before him is putting up a good fight. Swiftly, Kendrick swings his sword over his shoulder to block a blow coming from a guy who charges him from behind. He then spins so his back is to the wall and he’s facing both opponents as they double up on him.

Sparks fill the air from their swords as they collide. The sound of battle surrounds me. I watch with bated breath as Kendrick moves swiftly like this is second nature to him.

I don’t want to look away, but I feel in the pit of my stomach I need to set eyes on the bishop. I turn and find him. He has my father by the hair. Whispering in his ear.

My stomach drops. Time seems to come to a stop. I strain as if I can manage to hear what he’s saying.

“You’re useless to me now. You sold your soul for what, Ricci? I told you not to disappoint me.”

“Fuck you, cocksucker,” Daddy growls.

I gasp as I’m able to hear their words. My eyes widen because I know my dad is in danger. I can’t let this happen.

I hold my hands out and call for my power. It begins to course through me. The strangest thing happens as I start to pull in the tornado surrounding me.

I go with it. Thrusting my palm downward, wind blows up at me as I sail to the ground beneath me. I land on one knee, my palm slamming into the ground and shaking everything around me.

The concrete beneath my knee and palm cracks and ripples until it stops in front of the bishop and my dad. I look into my father’s eyes and his face goes from shocked to proud.

I love you, he mouths.

I stand and call for my bow and arrow. They form in my palms. I go to pull and release a shot between the bishop’s eyes. My brows knit as blood slips from my father’s mouth.

I drop my gaze lower and see the blade that’s running through his chest. It takes a few beats before what’s happening registers. The bow and arrow dissolve from my hands.

My father’s body falls to the ground lifelessly, like a period on a sentence. Bringing finality to the situation.

“No,” I roar. The word comes up from my toes and pours out of me like a shock wave. The bishop vanishes before he can be knocked back with the force of it like the others in its path.

Strong arms wrap around me. I know it’s Kendrick right away. I can’t. This is too much.

“Venus,”I whimper.

“That was all you, Ray. You did well. I did not see the blade either. You did well,”she says weakly.

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Anger fills me as I walk these city streets tonight. I hate that I have to claim another so soon. However, that battle has weakened me.

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