Fated Insurrection (Book 3)

Chapter 31

"Victory is reserved for those
who are willing to pay
its price."

~~Sun Tzu

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~Robbie~

There was a new speck of hope running throughout the camp after we all watched the display between Alana and her warriors. But I agreed with Elijah, we had bigger things to focus on now and could rejoice later… if we survived the night. 

"Did we have a count on the dicks flocking from the west?" Elijah asked as he led Nova, August, Nevada, and I to the building that held their makeshift armory. "Be nice to know a few details."

His sarcastic tone irked me but my snarled reply was interrupted by Dominic jogging up to us as we walked.

"Alana's dispatching any archers she has now," he informed us, slowing us pace to match ours.

"Good. Bat dog was just about to tell us more about the boogers he saw," Elijah quipped, irritation twisting his snarky reply. 

"It's Hatter," Nova corrected flatly just as I snarled, "Fucking bogies, dumbass!"

"Enough!" Nevada yelled, silencing the ridiculous argument that was on the verge of exploding. "Back on track because I'm really not in the mood nor do I have the time for immature bullshit."

"There was a convoy, unsure of exact count but I believe at least eight vehicles," I answered through clenched teeth. "But there could have been more on foot. Torch said, and we also know for a fact, that Balthier has multiple races on his side."

Elijah scoffed but didn't say anything, the expression on his face saying it all. We said no more as he led us into a large room, racks for swords, shields, and daggers of all kinds lining one wall. Crossbows, guns, and other bladeless weapons dotted shelves pushed against another wall. The weapons were mostly picked through leaving very little for those still in need, but it was the clothing that caught my attention.

"Is that dragonmail?" I found myself asking in disbelief, my fingers skimming lightly over the surface of an iridescent shirt formed of scale-like pieces. "I thought these didn't exist anymore?"

"They do but that's not dragonmail," Elijah answered in a bored tone. "These were made by elves. Everything on these hangers have also been enchanted to strengthen their attributes and add additional properties for protection. They're all lightweight and breathable so they won't hinder movements."

"Couldn't find a dragon shifter, brother?" Dominic asked, lightly teasing as we began sifting through the items.

"The fact you even asked that question proves you really are dense, brother." Elijah laughed but it quickly died as the door to the room opened. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I turned to look at the newcomer and frowned when I saw her face.

"Ooh, all my favorite boys in one tiny little room," she purred as she walked farther into the room. I watched as her silver eyes flicked around the room, taking us all in. "Mmmm, this is going to be fun."

"Now is not the time, Gretta," Elijah growled, his blue eyes bright with anger. "Get out and go do what you're supposed to be doing."

"I came for the warlock -," Gretta began, the corners of her pouty lips quirking up as Elijah interrupted.

"He's not here so fuck off."

"You're always so tense, Eli," she purred, her smile widening when they landed on Nova. I watched as her nostril flared as she breathed in his scent. "Well, well, well, this is interesting. I know that scent, I'm quite familiar with it actually."