Court of Death and Dreams: A Fated Mates Romantasy (The Forsaken Book 3) by Meg Anne

Author:Meg Anne [Anne, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Words that Sparkle
Published: 2023-01-01T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

RONAN

Rushing into a fight with only half of their numbers was arguably not the greatest battle strategy. Even if Helena did count for the better part of an army entirely on her own. Then again, he wasn’t exactly given a choice when Reyna pulled out her dagger and stabbed the cleric.

There wasn’t even time to confer with Von and the others. As he rushed in with his weapon drawn, he had to trust that they’d have his back, as they had so many times before. His only true goal as he started mowing through the guards rushing him was to get to his woman. The rest would sort itself after.

It was tempting to light his blade, but with so many innocents around, it was too dangerous. He knew Von and Helena had reached the same conclusion because he’d yet to see a single ball of Fire arc through the air.

Ronan bit back a curse as guards number five and six raced toward him. He hadn’t expected an easy fight by any means, but he’d hoped for a few less-trained warriors. Things would go so much faster if they could all focus on Erebos, and every person that came between him and his ultimate foe only heightened his impatience.

That was the only excuse he had for allowing his attention to drift.

He wasn’t usually one to make novice mistakes, such as looking away from the men he was currently fighting, but when Reyna’s strangled gasp reached him through the fray, he couldn’t help but check on her.

He barely registered the slash of the blade through his arm. He was too focused on the midnight-colored mist collaring Reyna’s throat. Ronan immediately recognized Erebos’s favorite trick. He’d been on the receiving end of it more than once and was intimately familiar with how effective it was and how powerless he’d been against it.

“Reyna!” he shouted, desperation clawing at him. His attacks grew harried, and it was more brute force than actual skill that was responsible for the dead men at his feet.

Using his foot to kick the guard still skewered by his sword off his weapon, Ronan charged ahead, jumping over the bodies of the fallen in his haste to reach Reyna. He watched in horror as little wisps of the mist peeled away from Erebos’s body only to hover around him like some mystical shroud. Then, as if he’d given the mist some kind of command, the dense cloud wiggled into a new form, this one not immediately clear until one of the six cylindrical shapes snapped forward like a whip.

Tentacle.

“Reyna!” he bellowed, the shout equal parts warning, disbelief, and abject terror.

He barely made it another two charged steps before each one of the misty tendrils shot toward her, hoisting her up until she hung suspended in the center of the altar. Dangling as she was, she appeared for all the world like a fallen star with the ripple of her pale hair and the twinkle of her gown set against the apocalyptic night sky.

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