He was the last warrior of the old gods, she was born with the power of the new. In a war for the soul of a kingdom, two enemies will find their biggest battle is resisting the other.
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For the second time in her life, Helia stood atop the wall of the city, staring down at the world below. The land hadn't healed from the previous battle. It was still a festering wound upon the landscape - her uncle and his army stood before them in a mass grave of filth and bones.
She had felt alone then. She didn't now.
Vigar stood beside her. His face unreadable as he peered down at the foe before them, but she could feel the crackling tension coming off his flesh in waves. His talons carved into the stone, sharpened, readying themselves for flesh. Watching him made her chest ache. The strong masculine lines of his face, his dark hair falling freely down his back, his mouth full and tempting. Blood was going to spill and death hovered like a spectre before their eyes, but he still had the power to distract her. He chuckled, and it tore her away from her lustful thoughts.
"There are two thousand men before this city and you're thinking about that?"
She felt her cheeks heat when he turned, his lips curling in the corner as he looked down at her.
"One day, will you tell me how you read my thoughts like that?" He moved closer, his head bending closer to her - inhaling deeply, breathing her in. Her smile dipped as his face turned serious once more. "Are we fools? Should we be fleeing? And encouraging my people to do the same?"
He put a hand on her waist and pulled her tightly into him. She enjoyed the warming, earthy scent of him, the heat of his body melting into hers. Her hands splayed on his hard chest.
"Your people will barely get a mile before they're slaughtered. They're not warriors and even if they could fight, they're outnumbered. If there's a way of getting them out alive, we'll find it."
"And your people too?"
He looked down at her, his eyebrows rose curiously.
"You care what happens to them?"
She stepped back, feeling slighted by the question. Her lips pursed.
"You attack my people because of the crimes of my ancestors. They attacked you because of the crimes of yours. And on and on it goes. I see only foolish leaders and vengeful gods - no demons, no angels. Your people have as much right to survive this as mine. If I can forgive you, I can forgive them." The glint in his eyes made her turn away, hiding a smile. "Even though you locked me in a dungeon."
He chuckled.
"That I did. But you are not an innocent, princess. I think you committed a few crimes of your own."
She looked up at him, pressing closer and challenging the smile on his face with a finger poking hard into his firm chest.
"And mine were much more enjoyable, though. Were they not?"
At that he laughed, so hard and deeply Helia felt her power swell under her skin, stirring with longing, craving his closeness as much as she did. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. She didn't hesitate in her response. She met every touch of his tongue, every small bite on her lip with a hungry caress of her own. Her skin grew hot under his touch. She felt her flames writhe under her skin - they danced for him.
