Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Magdalena breaks their fall by turning the ice to a wave of water, surfing down its surface.
Odin leaps forward, eyes wide as he looks from us to the Ministry. “What the hell is this?” he barks.
His next words are cut off as the Mage throws up a barrier, yanking him backward and then the war cries begin.
Yemon is still in effect and the skies begin to bleed, distorting our vision just as there is a break in the storm clouds.
“Knight!” I whip around, relief flooding through me as I spot Silver, Vicente, and several other of the royal guards slashing through the fog and leaping over the stadium walls.
They jog up, braced and ready, bowing and slapping their fists to their chests.
The Argents rage, throwing weak spells at the shield London holds strong, but she doesn't let them hit her sheet of impenetrable ice. She bats them away with a flick of her wrist and a grin, sending them back to the person who sent them to us.
“It could be their shadow selves...” Silver mentions, looking to his father who looks to me.
“We kill them all.” The commander of our army states the only words worth speaking, the ones he already knows we came down here prepared to live by. “Where is the Queen?”
“I am here!”
We all yank around at that, watching as Mother slips from a portal, her long black hair blowing in the winds, dress torn and covered in filth.
My eyes narrow, but when a low growl sounds, I look to my mate.
The blackness in her veins spark against her skin and her lip curls.
“Today, we fight together.” Mother glares at her. “For our people. For... your realm.”
London’s body starts to shake but before anyone else can say a word, Vicente slides over.
He blocks my mother from London’s view, and the commander bares his neck to London. “She is our Queen… today, my Lady. Tomorrow, we welcome a new.” He holds her gaze.
Slowly, London's lips curve and she gives a subtle nod.
“Let’s end this.” Mother merely lifts her chin, and then her hands, her eyes glowing white as tethers of blue and white whisp into the air. “Drop the shield.”
“Look, lady, she doesn’t fucking answer to—” Haide’s words are cut off, Legend’s hand clamped over her mouth.
“Quiet, new girl,” he warns and Haide sinks her nails deep into his skin.
“Bitch.” He tosses her.
London looks to me for approval, and I nod.
The shield falls, and Mother sends her power at the Argents full force.
But London throws her right hand up, turning it to rain, and then her left lifts.
I don’t know what the fuck she does, but one by one, the Argents’ chests split open from neck to belly button, their hearts falling to the dirt at their feet before their bodies even register what’s happened.
Haide laughs, spinning her fingers and glitter whirls, slowly falling over all of them, shining against the crimson. “So pretty,” she sighs.
“Fuckin’ nut job, I swear,” Legend mumbles.
Agro screams angrily, and then all the gates are opened, Argents flanking us from all directions. Hundreds of them rush in.
“You must love to watch your people die, Fae.”
I run forward, gripping one by the throat and tearing his head off, tossing it at her feet as I bend, swiping the legs out from under another. He drops onto the ground, and Creed presses his feet into his back, yanking his arms from their joints before his fist enters his back and tears out his spine.
Magdalena howls in anger, and then I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, black tar thousands of feet below.
Sinner’s chuckle sounds and then it’s gone, and when I look at him, his white eyes gleam as he stares at her with a grin.
She shakes, cowers, and I have no idea what he's showing her, but I don’t care.
I keep moving toward Agro, checking in on my mate after every few Argents I end along the way.
She and Haide are laughing, playing the Argent traitors like a human game we were forced to participate in at Rathe U. Dodgeball. London flings one and Haide jumps twenty feet in the air to avoid it. Haide sends one flying and London pretends to be a ballerina, spinning and lifting her hands, creating a circle just big enough for the body to slip through.
“I win!” Haide shouts in triumph, spinning and driving a dagger into the neck of a girl who's snuck up behind her.
“What?!” London snaps, dropping to her stomach to avoid a fire ball and sends back a giant fucking boulder made of solid ice. She glares over her shoulder at her new friend. “He didn’t touch me!”
“Drop of his blood landed on your forehead. Counts!”
London mumbles something I can't hear and keeps moving.
I grin, facing forward and when I do, my brows snap together. “They’re running!”