Death's Finest Hour

Chapter Fifty-Six

The two armies met in the middle of Proelii with a clash of weapons and magic. Dust blew up around them all, chased by hellfire from the dragons.

Faith had already stuck her sword into more immortals than she could count, narrowly dodging blows on her way.

She had more to do than just fight.

"Oh fuck."

She spat blood to the side, ducking beneath more fire.

Where is she?

Finding anyone on a battlefield was a nightmare. But if they were going to win this, they had to do more than just fight.

"Kyra!" Hand wrapped around a mistress' throat, Kyra reared her head back. "Get that dragon to the other dragon. And I don't know—try and connect with it or some shit."

If there was dragon's blood running through the Amazon Queen's veins, then they just had to hope the dragons would respond to it.

It was their best bet.

Kyra finished off her kill and obeyed.

"As you wish."

Holy fucking shit—I just told Kyra what to do.

The Queen was already running off, skirt whipping behind her. A woman with a fishtail braid was running after her, shouting something about her ridiculous need to do everything alone, before they fell into step alongside each other.

Now what? A blade scraped over her jaw.

Tend to that.

Wolves bolted around the field—the werewolf Prince and King—along with the other werewolves over seven hundred. They savaged prey and killed anyone who got too close.

Is it going to be enough?

It would have to be. They couldn't afford to lose this.

Ronan's hilltop villa was the first thing to crumble in Proelii's damage. But he didn't mind. He'd made his peace with this. His children were elsewhere, safe. His life could be moved.

Everyone was fighting. Everyone on the allies side had someone to fight for.

Ronan had decided this was why Nadine wasn't fighting. Because she had no one but herself. Which was why she stood at the back of all the chaos, her double-edged sword hanging at her side, a threat only to the people who didn't know its properties.

She was smiling. As immortals died and lives were lost, she smiled like this was everything she'd ever wanted.

Ronan lowered his hood.

He hadn't killed in years—the cloak came back out when he readied to. The man he'd become wasn't a killer. No, he'd become a father.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked.

Nadine turned slowly. She wasn't frightened of him. Of anyone.

"I'm glad you're here." She inclined her head, letting him see her every burn. He wished he'd got more of a hit in back in the heavens. But when Damien had left to save his lover, Ronan hadn't stuck around for long, sensing an ambush.

"You did this to me," Nadine drawled, leaning on her sword like it was a cane. "So today, I'll take something away from you."

If she goes for Rosa, I'll fucking gut her.

To him, the redheaded barmaid from Morio's was the only thing in this realm that couldn't be replaced.

"All this for power."