Page 128 of The Last Storm
I glanced up at Rogue and his eyes were already on me. He gave me a fierce smile with a nod of approval and returned his attention to the field.
Dropping my gaze, I found Ewan. He was engaged on all sides, but successfully warding them off with a vicious grin.
Shifting to Doran, he was locked in a fight with a large man, easily a foot taller than him. I bit my lip, tensing as he swung and dodged, stepping back as the man gained ground. I inhaled sharply as Doran spun. He sliced through his thigh and the man dropped to the ground. Doran slit his throat and turned to the next human.
Movement beyond him caught my attention.
Evander.
He stalked furiously to Doran from behind, sword in hand.
“Doran!” I shouted, but nobody heard me. “Doran!”
It was too loud.
Nobody heard me.
“Doran!” I screamed.
It was too late.
Doran froze, lowering his eyes to see the sword protruding from his chest.
A piercing scream sounded from the center of the field. Delphia materialized, her eyes locked on Doran as he fell to the ground.
I choked on a sob as she screamed again. A shattered, heartbroken scream.
Her face twisted in agony and she disappeared again.
And then there was a flash of red hair.
My heart skipped a beat.
Red hair.
I followed it to see Finley, just as he locked eyes with me. His face fell before twisting into anger or disgust, I couldn’t tell.
My breath caught in my throat and I stumbled back from the ledge. My eyes shot to Rogue, but his were glued to the lifeless body of his only friend.
I dropped my gaze back to Finley. He was studying me, his head cocked to the side. Time slowed as he lifted his face to Rogue. Making the connection. He angrily tore the bow from his back and docked a thick arrow.
“Rogue…” I whispered. “Rogue!”
Finley pulled the arrow back, aiming.
“Rogue!” I screamed with every ounce of my soul.
His eyes snapped to me just as an arrow struck him in the heart, slipping straight through a small gap in his armor.
A silent scream stuck in my throat as I fell to my knees. He mouthed some words to me, but I couldn’t make them out. With one final flap of his wings, he stilled and fell.
I felt it. The life force leaving his body. His presence being pulled from the mate mark at my neck. Leaving me.
He tumbled end over end and by the time he hit the ground, it was gone.
There was no pulse.
No energy.
