Chapter 65 Lennox
LENNOX
The sea of black crawled closer and closer to where we sat perched on the hill.
Just a little bit closer, Declan had insisted.
I listened to him even though my blood thrummed in my veins, my stomach twisting as I flexed my hand over the pommel of my sword.
“Archers ready?” There was a slight lilt to Declan’s tone, but his voice was steady. He raised a black-gloved hand in the air. “Ready, aim, FIRE!” His voice echoed through the air.
The first arrow arched through the sky, only a single arrow—it’s arch perfect as it headed toward the sea of Adreona’s soldiers.
A single scream pierced the air, but another arrow didn’t fly, only the steady beat of flapping wings echoed in the wind. Winged shadows appeared, moving swiftly toward Adreona’s army.
Rocks fell from the sky, dropping from the claws of our shifting fae. They abandoned their stones and quickly fled, heading back to grab more rocks from the stockpile we had acquired.
“Now!” Declan boomed. A swarm of flaming arrows pierced the air, pelting Adreona’s army like a rainstorm. The arrows flew toward the army, and we ducked behind the rocks, avoiding the spray of arrows from the enemy in return.
Cries of battle echoed in the valley.
Only once the last of our arrows were spent—the rest saved for later—did Declan bark his next command.
“Now!”
Roars burst from our army, the sound of pounding feet like a stampede as they charged down the hill.
I clamped my hand over the pommel of my sword—my blood thrummed, my magic pressing against my skin, begging to be released. My soul begged for a fight.
But Declan had been clear in his directions, especially so with me. I couldn’t go with the first wave. It would be too dangerous. He wouldn’t keep me from a fight, but he would protect me as much as he could. It was his job after all.
I watched from behind my rock, Luka and Declan at my side as the first soldiers met.
The clash of steel rang through the valley.
Soldiers went down on both sides, but our line pushed through.
“Now’s your chance,” Declan breathed.
“Really?”
“Don’t sound so eager, Sweetheart; we’re going into battle.”
“You know I love a good fight.” I rolled my shoulders as I stood.
“And you know I get hard seeing your violent side.”
“For fucks sake.” Declan scrubbed a hand over his face. “Get down there already before I change my mind.”
“Second line!” I boomed. “Ready your swords!”
Luka pulled me to him, looping one arm around my waist as he pressed his lips against mine. I met his lips eagerly. I didn’t know how many kisses we’d get. I hoped for a lifetime, but until this war was over, I’d treat every kiss like our last.
When we finally parted, we were both panting, my blood thrummed in my veins. “Let’s go make ‘em bleed, Sweetheart.”
I smiled, my chest bursting. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Now let’s go kill that bitch.”
We turned and ran down the mountain, a scream tearing from my throat as our line followed behind us.
The first clash of my sword sent power thrumming through my veins. I easily knocked away the blow, sending the female’s arm backward. She didn’t see my next blow coming. My sword ripped through her stomach. I didn’t spare her a second glance as I continued forward.
The first group was carving the path through for me; I needed to get in as deep as I could so I could use my magic.
Bloodlust took over my body as I carved my way through the battlefield.
Once Luce’s spell was set, she’d meet us on the battlefield—her and Hecate—and we’d make our way through the battlefield to Keziq. That was when Luce would stop Luka’s heart, and we could kill Keziq.
We’d be successful, I reminded myself, over and over again as I cut through soldier after soldier.
We needed to be successful.