palm.
I knock Re ed’s hand away from my necklace while he is distracted by what Ru ssell just did. “No way,” I say , grasping the moon around my neck in my fist. “I’m staying.”
“Evie,” Reed says in a stern tone, but he ca n’t argue with me as a voice from behind him distracts us.
“OY! GENEVIEVE! Ye re ally did it dis time,” Eion says , walking through the gaping ho le in the wall that’s no longer being blocked by my magic. “Ye broke his heart, now ye had better fix it, if ye know whah’s good for ye.”
“Eion,” I reply , getting to my feet, “have you ever known me to do what’s good for me?”
“I have na,” he replies , seeing me behind Reed. “Ye are a confusing, delicious craitur, but I do na mind ye, ‘cuz now, I get ta taste ye and ’ tis worth all da sleepless nigh ts I’ve spent dreamin’ about ye . ”
“Eion, you ne ver sleep...or dream,” I reply coolly, scanning his Gancanagh army and seeing many familiar face s behind him. Brennus is not here, nor are Finn , Faolan or Declan. My heart twists i n frustration, knowing Brennus i s avoiding our trap . “Where is my king?” I ask , trying to appear calm .
“He could na make it,” Eion replies , allowing Ninian, Eibhear, Goban, Keefe , and Torin to enter t he room ahead of him. Russell ge t s to his feet beside me, pulling out the sword that he had strapped to his back and gr asping it casually in his hands. “He sent me instead. Ye’ll be seeing him soon, but only after I taste ye.”
“If any of you make it back to Bren nus, give hi m a message for me,” I announce , ignoring Eion. “ Please tell h i m that he i s not my king. H e failed to come here himself . That makes him a coward and I bear no allegiance to a coward and ne ither should any of you,” I add , raising my ch in a notch and scanning their faces.
“Maybe ye do na mean as much ta him as ye t ink ye do, Genevieve,” Eion replies , a sneer twisting his lips.
“Then, why are you here, Eion?” I ask , tilting my head to the side while blowing a hole in his theory.
The doors behind us swi ng open admitting a score or more f allen angels with more be hind them. Their stench fill s the room, making me shudder as my eyes wide n . “It is my birthday,” Zephyr breathes , lookin g elated . He speaks in A ngel to the big f allen Power in th e front of the pack, drawing the evil one’s eyes from me to him. Watchin g the angel’s eyes narrow on Zephyr , I can tell that Zephyr is trash talking him, but it sound s like lovely music all the same .
“Go now, Evie,” Reed whis pers to me , looking calm and relaxed as he does before every conflict .
“I will, I just have to face the Gancanagh. I have to show t hem that I’m not afraid of them— that I’m not pu tting up with any of their shen,” I say , raising my axe in Eion’s direction. That is all it takes for the Gancanagh to scatter like roaches , running at the walls and using inertia to scale them.
Launching upward and flying to a position in the center of the room, Russell follows me , taking a position at my back. Ninian spri ng s at me first, trying to grab onto me as he rocket s throu gh the air. I grasp him by his wrist, spinning him around in the air to gain momentum and tossing him dir ectly into Goban as he pitches toward me. They collide in midair, falling to the floor bene ath us where Reed steps on their necks, slicing off their heads.
A hoard of Fallen engage Reed a nd Zephyr in a battle below. I can hardly follow them with my ey es, not only because I’m fighting with the Gan canagh, but also because angels are so incredibly fast. T here are too many F allen, even if Reed and Zephyr are the best at what they do , they will soon be overwhelmed .
Russell is hacking at the Gancanagh that are lurching at him from the walls. “Russell, we have to go ,” I call out, putting my hand out and pushing energy outward to deflect the elf darts that Torin is throwing at Russell
I knock Re ed’s hand away from my necklace while he is distracted by what Ru ssell just did. “No way,” I say , grasping the moon around my neck in my fist. “I’m staying.”
“Evie,” Reed says in a stern tone, but he ca n’t argue with me as a voice from behind him distracts us.
“OY! GENEVIEVE! Ye re ally did it dis time,” Eion says , walking through the gaping ho le in the wall that’s no longer being blocked by my magic. “Ye broke his heart, now ye had better fix it, if ye know whah’s good for ye.”
“Eion,” I reply , getting to my feet, “have you ever known me to do what’s good for me?”
“I have na,” he replies , seeing me behind Reed. “Ye are a confusing, delicious craitur, but I do na mind ye, ‘cuz now, I get ta taste ye and ’ tis worth all da sleepless nigh ts I’ve spent dreamin’ about ye . ”
“Eion, you ne ver sleep...or dream,” I reply coolly, scanning his Gancanagh army and seeing many familiar face s behind him. Brennus is not here, nor are Finn , Faolan or Declan. My heart twists i n frustration, knowing Brennus i s avoiding our trap . “Where is my king?” I ask , trying to appear calm .
“He could na make it,” Eion replies , allowing Ninian, Eibhear, Goban, Keefe , and Torin to enter t he room ahead of him. Russell ge t s to his feet beside me, pulling out the sword that he had strapped to his back and gr asping it casually in his hands. “He sent me instead. Ye’ll be seeing him soon, but only after I taste ye.”
“If any of you make it back to Bren nus, give hi m a message for me,” I announce , ignoring Eion. “ Please tell h i m that he i s not my king. H e failed to come here himself . That makes him a coward and I bear no allegiance to a coward and ne ither should any of you,” I add , raising my ch in a notch and scanning their faces.
“Maybe ye do na mean as much ta him as ye t ink ye do, Genevieve,” Eion replies , a sneer twisting his lips.
“Then, why are you here, Eion?” I ask , tilting my head to the side while blowing a hole in his theory.
The doors behind us swi ng open admitting a score or more f allen angels with more be hind them. Their stench fill s the room, making me shudder as my eyes wide n . “It is my birthday,” Zephyr breathes , lookin g elated . He speaks in A ngel to the big f allen Power in th e front of the pack, drawing the evil one’s eyes from me to him. Watchin g the angel’s eyes narrow on Zephyr , I can tell that Zephyr is trash talking him, but it sound s like lovely music all the same .
“Go now, Evie,” Reed whis pers to me , looking calm and relaxed as he does before every conflict .
“I will, I just have to face the Gancanagh. I have to show t hem that I’m not afraid of them— that I’m not pu tting up with any of their shen,” I say , raising my axe in Eion’s direction. That is all it takes for the Gancanagh to scatter like roaches , running at the walls and using inertia to scale them.
Launching upward and flying to a position in the center of the room, Russell follows me , taking a position at my back. Ninian spri ng s at me first, trying to grab onto me as he rocket s throu gh the air. I grasp him by his wrist, spinning him around in the air to gain momentum and tossing him dir ectly into Goban as he pitches toward me. They collide in midair, falling to the floor bene ath us where Reed steps on their necks, slicing off their heads.
A hoard of Fallen engage Reed a nd Zephyr in a battle below. I can hardly follow them with my ey es, not only because I’m fighting with the Gan canagh, but also because angels are so incredibly fast. T here are too many F allen, even if Reed and Zephyr are the best at what they do , they will soon be overwhelmed .
Russell is hacking at the Gancanagh that are lurching at him from the walls. “Russell, we have to go ,” I call out, putting my hand out and pushing energy outward to deflect the elf darts that Torin is throwing at Russell
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