Total pages in book: 295
Estimated words: 282090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1410(@200wpm)___ 1128(@250wpm)___ 940(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 282090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1410(@200wpm)___ 1128(@250wpm)___ 940(@300wpm)
When I fall, it will be for one reason only: to protect our children.
—RECOVERED, UNSENT CORRESPONDENCE OF GENERAL LILITH SORRENGAIL
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
Thud. Thud. The sound echoes down the ward chamber. “Wyvern bodies,” Andarna tells me, pivoting to peek her head through the doorway. “Please forgive me.” Her golden eyes blink.
Forgive her?
“She made a choice,” I whisper, but the tears falling down my cheeks aren’t quite as resigned, nor are the sobs racking Mira’s body, and the blank stare on Brennan’s face is anything but peaceful as he removes his flight jacket in slow, jerky motions and drapes it over Mom’s body.
I’m not sure how much time passes as we’re ushered down the tunnel and through the narrow passage. The stairs are a blur.
“You are alive. You will live today. You will wake tomorrow,” Tairn promises me as I force one foot in front of the other.
“Xaden?” I reach through the bond, but his shields are up.
“He lives.”
Thank you, Dunne.
That’s gravity, right? He’s enough to keep my feet grounded. To keep the sun rising.
“He’ll put her body in the quadrant,” someone tells Brennan. A dragon must have brought Mom’s body out of the ward chamber.
We emerge from the southwest tower to the sounds of victory. Cheers and cries of thanks to the gods. Infantry, healers, riders, and fliers alike clog the hallway with their hugs, but we make it through.
Mira, Brennan, and I stand in the doorway of the courtyard, watching the celebration break into full force. None of us seem able to move.
A face appears in front of mine. Brown eyes. Brown hair. Dain.
“Violet?” He lifts a blood-soaked arm to reach for me, then thinks twice. “Are you—”
“Move!” Rhiannon pushes him out of the way, her grin tired and so very beautiful. “You got the wards up!” She cups my face with both hands.
“Yes.” I manage a nod, my gaze skimming over her face. There are a few tears in the thighs of her leathers that might be stab wounds, but I can’t tell. “Are you hurt?”
“It’s nothing,” she assures me. “You should have seen it! The wyvern started falling from the sky like dead weights, and the venin panicked and ran. Leadership is hunting them down.”
“Good. That’s good.” I keep nodding. “The others?”
“Ridoc is all right. Imogen took a swipe on her side, but she’s barely complaining. Quinn has a busted cheek, but I think it’s mostly swelling, and I was just headed to check on Sawyer and the fliers. Want to…” She studies my expression. “Xaden?”
“Alive,” I croak. “According to Tairn.”
She glances at Brennan, then Mira before turning back toward me, understanding dawning as her face falls.
“My mom,” I try to explain, but my throat closes. “She. The wardstone didn’t have any power, and my mom…”
“Oh, Vi.” Rhi takes the step that separates us and pulls me in a hug.
It doesn’t matter that I shouldn’t, that it’s a shameful display of emotion, or that she wouldn’t want it. I break down and sob against Rhiannon’s shoulder, my breaths coming in heaving gasps. With every tear, I feel my feet gain traction on a spinning world, feel the first waves of shock start to pass.
When I look up, Brennan is sitting on the steps that lead into the administration building, looking ready to pass out as he gives orders, and Mira is nowhere to be seen.
“What do you need?” Rhi asks.
I reach out to Xaden, but his shields are still locked up tight, so I drag the backs of my hands across my face and try like hell to pull myself together. “I need to lay eyes on Tairn and Xaden.”
“In the front,” Tairn tells me, and I head in that direction, passing the negotiations between Melgren and Devera and pausing when I hear him laying out terms for our return. An attack, a horde that big? Bodies dropping all over the kingdom? There’s no chance leadership can hide this. It’s only a matter of hours before every Navarrian citizen knows they’ve been lied to. No wonder they want us to return.
I’m not even sure I want to come back. I make my way through the courtyard and then the archway, into the open air.
Open…graveyard.
Bodies of wyvern litter the ground with a few colors mixed in, but I don’t recognize any of the dragons I pass as I make my way to the looming shapes of Tairn and Sgaeyl near the edge of the ravine.
“Are you harmed?” I ask him.
“You would know if I were,” he says, his head swiveling as Andarna approaches, her right wing trembling as she flares them just before landing.
“You two need to catch up. Right now.”
Tairn turns a golden eye on me.
“Right. Now,” I repeat.
His attention fully shifts to Andarna, and I walk toward Sgaeyl, feeling Xaden beyond where she sits guard.
“Are you going to let me pass?” I ask her, keeping my eyes on hers and not the blood beard she’s sporting.