Kyra

Chapter Forty-Nine

Ronan was all too happy to give Kyra the coordinates to find Nadine. The women stood by as he cast his curse. They felt the air stir with the darkness. Kyra would have nightmares about what she'd seen today, visions that would never leave her. But what could she do about it?

Tell no one.

She'd die if she tried.

Fuck, how many times had that prisoner massacre been discussed around the allies table already? Hell, she'd offered suggestions. And now I know how far we were off the mark.

She and Angie would know, stuck in this silent bond forever. Could they even talk about it with each other? Or would they spend an eternity decoding one another's grave looks?

Kyra left Angie in the care of Fallon after leaving Triumph. Had anyone ever left that place before with such freedom?

The allies had met about this. They'd continue to meet and discuss what had happened in the vampiric realm, fretting over who could possibly need that kind of power and what they could need it for.

Kyra would still attend those meetings. She'd sit in silence, contractually bound, saying nothing as her friends and family worried.

Guilt pooled in her stomach.

What choice do I have?

Perhaps that was why Ronan hadn't wanted anything in return. Had he known the sight they'd see would be punishment enough?

There'd been nothing but bones when he finished. Piles of history reduced to nothing.

Ronan told her where she'd find Nadine.

Somehow, the location didn't surprise Kyra.

Nadine, in control of her most powerful players again, with her daggers back in her possession had headed to the heavens.

Such a fitting battleground.

Kyra made a last second stop before she headed to the heavens. It was strange, really, that such a fight would go down somewhere perceived as holy.

But Kyra wasn't an angel. She wasn't soft and sweet. She didn't follow orders. She never had done really.

Today, she'd douse the heavens in her own brand of hell.

She'd collected her package.

The future was spoken for.

She pictured heaven when she pressed her portal jumper. Instead, it took her to Ragnarök.

The heavens were empty. Empty to the eye. Ugly to the eye of the beholder. Kyra looked around. A fitting battleground, truly. It'd been one before. It would become one again.

How much blood had this place seen?

How many angels had lost their wings here?

How many times had Nadine sat up here plotting?

Had she felt any different when the curse was placed upon her?

Did she know she'd been cursed?

It wouldn't matter if she did. She wouldn't have the time or means to do anything about it.

The reaper had touched ground in heaven.

Kyra put one foot in front of the other and started walking.

She found the guards first. In the courtyard where so many angels had been sentenced to their misery, Ares and Eros waited. Neither of them spoke a word to each other. Neither of them wanted to be there.