Chapter 57
Chapter fifty-seven
Everly
Isit frozen for a heartbeat, my pulse hammering in my chest as the ogres crest the hill behind us. Storm shifts restlessly beneath me, his hooves stamping the snow, sending flurries into the air.
My eyes flick to Raiden, who meets my gaze. We don’t need to speak—his look says everything.
Stay put, we will handle this.
I want to snort at the warning glare he sends me, but I just hold his stare with my own.
His attention goes to Kian and Tristan, and without another second’s hesitation, he takes flight, his wings spreading wide, dark and powerful, as he launches himself from his horse.
His two swords are already drawn. Zaria follows immediately, her movements smooth and effortless as her form shifts, magic swirling around her in a soft breeze.