Page 45 of Claim the Light
Micah’s jaw clenches and hard dragon scales ripple across his skin. I might not have the same acute senses that he has, but his anger feels like ripples of heat between us.
“I’m not telling you this to make you angry, or for you to seek revenge on my behalf,” I say. “My point is that our parents made their own choices. It’s true that we live with the consequences of their decisions, but I’ll be damned if I allow their prejudices, their fears, or their actions to destroymyfuture.Ourfuture. We can make different choices.”
“What are you saying?”
“That we’ll wait.” I reach for him, holding his gaze with mine. “I want my children to grow up in safety. First, we’ll create a safe future for them. Then we can welcome them into our life.”
A soft, slow smile forms on Micah’s face that lights up his eyes and makes my core heat. He relaxes in front of me, his hands stroking across my back again, slipping neatly beneath my shirt and tracing across my spine. “Okay, then.”
Damn it, he’s already making it hard for me to keep my word.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
When we leave our room in the morning, we find a basket of food on the step outside the door and a note from Beatrix that reads:
Don’t expect me to bring you breakfast every day.
B
The basket contains soft-looking bread rolls as well as several pieces of fruit that have the appearance of apples but are the same color as my scales—a bright, cerulean blue.
We take the basket with us to the training room, and I happily gobble down a buttery bread roll along the way.
Neither of us is wearing shoes. We’ve left them at the bottom of the stairway. But we don’t need them. The floor of our room and the planks of wood that make up the stairway are pleasantly warm and comfortable beneath our feet.
We did change into fresh pants and tunics, matching ones. All white today, which makes me feel very angelic.
We’d both raised eyebrows at each other before leaving our room, but I can’t say Micah doesn’t look good. The material has enough stretch to allow for easy movement and it clings a little to his biceps and the muscles across his back and chest.
The entrance to the training room has a similar layout to the other rooms—a small hallway that opens out into a much bigger space. In the training room’s case, we enter what appears to be an armory while the main exercise room is visible through a wide opening ahead of us.
The weapons in the armory take my breath away, and I nearly choke on the final piece of bread.
I swallow it down as I stare at the left-hand wall.
It’s completely taken up with Sentinels’ spears, all of them resting behind a transparent panel that has the appearance of glass but shimmers more brightly.
Thank fuck those weapons are secured.
The blade of a Sentinel’s spear is deadly to all creatures. Even a scratch can kill. Judging by the number of them all neatly resting on hooks at intervals along the wall, many of these spears would have belonged to the angels who betrayed Lana.
“Isaac insisted that only he should handle those,” Micah says, hanging back a little. “The spears apparently only obey the angel they belong to—they’re like dragon’s gold in that respect—but he has control over all of them in his position as first of the Roden-Darr.”
I dare to step toward the wall, fixated on the golden tips. “Could they kill Tyler?”
My question is soft. Hopeful. Spoken on a held breath.
Micah draws level with me, his forehead creased in apparent thought. “There would only be one way to find out. But we’d have to convince Isaac to try. Since we wouldn’t be able to use one of these spears ourselves.”
“Asking Isaac would be a last resort.” I shake my head. “As I understand it, it isn’t in his nature to kill.”
I force myself to turn away from the wall of spears, eyeing the alternative weapons on the right-hand wall: daggers, swords, ancient-looking guns, and—
My eyes widen at what sits at the far end.
A set of armor is suspended on the wall. It’s made up of golden plates to protect the chest and shoulders, complete with a helmet that has a cross-like opening for the eyes and nose. Two horns extend from the top of the helmet directly backward, each tip appearing extremely sharp.
Beside the armor, resting on a hook on the wall, is a hammer with a shaft that appears to be made of some kind of black bone while the hammer’s head is a thick block of gold. Even from this distance, I can make out that there are inscriptions etched into the gold. Some sort of runes, although I don’t know how to read them.
