No Greater Sorrow (Our Lady of Fire: Book Two) by L.B. Black

Author:L.B. Black [Black, L.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aqua Regia Press
Published: 2024-04-14T18:30:00+00:00

Where the hell were they? Nicolas searched the darkness for two heads of red hair—one bright, the other dark.

A Principality that’d stumbled out of the shadows with a bleeding gash in his neck lay at Nicolas’s feet. He’d nearly forgotten how easily killing came to him until he sent an army of shadows down the man’s throat to tear him apart from the inside. Since the Principality’s gurgling scream had faded, the lone sound was the clamor of the Astraelis armies. They scrambled to contain an Authority that’d veered into the tents and was using its great wings to send them flying off the stakes holding them to the ground.

A loud crash slammed into him with an almost physical force, snapping his attention back toward the camp’s center. Two Authorities were now airborne. Nicolas crouched for cover as the gaping mouth of the one tore an enormous chunk out of a wing of the other; blood rained into the darkness, absorbed by shadow before it could visibly hit the ground.

Violet wasn’t luring them. She was confusing them. Possibly even controlling them.

At that moment, Nicolas didn’t know whether this would be their salvation or damnation. But there was no time to question her while Aleja and Orla were in danger, and Merit was probably still in chains.

A Throne pawed at the dirt to Nicolas’s left, disoriented. He knew he should kill it, lest it get its bearings, but he wasn’t sure how much magic he had left in him—or how much he would need to get his soldiers out of here. Dammit, his chest hurt so much already.

It had been centuries since he’d tugged on the bond between Aleja and himself. Lately, it’d felt too much like an invasion of her privacy, but now there was no choice. After a moment, he felt something weak pull back. The effort of someone responding on instinct alone.

“Garm, keep Violet safe,” Nicolas snapped. “You have my permission to kill Val if needed.”

Nicolas ran into the darkness, encountering little resistance. The black monoliths of smithing equipment appeared around him, then something else moved. The figure was too tall to be one of his Saints, and its head was wreathed in a halo of wings, more numerous than the six-winged masks the other Principalities wore. The Messenger raised her arms, and before Nicolas could send a wave of shadows down her throat, a flare of light chased his darkness away.

Not just in the immediate vicinity.

Everywhere.

He saw Merit, wrapped in iron chains, and flanked by Aleja and Orla. Deep blue bruises bloomed around Aleja’s scarred throat, but she seemed steady. Nicolas did not miss the look the Messenger shot his wife.

“Nicolas,” said the Messenger. She seemed unconcerned about being surrounded by three Dark Saints and the Knowing One, nor about the two Authorities clashing overhead, their blood coming in waves like the spits of a rainstorm.

“You should have given us advanced notice. I would have prepared a proper delegation to meet you. It’s a clever trick with the Authorities, I’ll give you that.

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