Deyro laughs. “Do you happen to have a ruler handy?” he asks. “Or in my case, a yard stick?”
I laugh and shake my head. “Such grandiose dreams.”
“Can we get moving?” Kaitlyn asks. “I'm drowning in testosterone over here.”
“Let's go,” Deyro says. “We wouldn't want your lady fair to drown, now would we?”
I grin and cut a quick look at Kaitlyn and she smiles back at me. My lady fair. It's silly and he's just trying to get under my skin, but I can't deny that I like the sound of it.
We walk through the woods, searching for the secret passage into the Shadow Clan's Keep – if it even exists. Not knowing the origin of the map Quint gave us, we can't vouch for its authenticity. Which means, the passage might not even be real.
“Hold up,” Deyro says. “I think we have something.”
He kneels down and clears away some of the brush and snow. Looking up at us, Deyro smiles wide. Beneath the debris is a steel hatch.
“Seems like Quint's intel is good after all,” he says.
“Glad I wasn't the only one having doubts,” I reply.
Deyro grasps the handle and pulls. The hatch comes open with the loud, tortured screech of rusted metal.
“Well, if there's anybody in there,” I say, “they know we're coming now.”
“I'd rather have a straight up fight anyway. I'm itchin' for one,” Deyro says. “I haven't killed anything in forever.”
“That makes two of us,” I say.
“You two do realize you sound like a couple of sociopaths right now, don't you?” Kaitlyn asks, her eyebrows raised.
I shrug. “It's the job,” I say. “We're lucky enough to really like what we do.”
“Preach, brother.”
Deyro and I bump fists and although she's shaking her head, Kaitlyn can't suppress the grin tugging at her lips.
“Yeah, that's not helping you guys sound any less sociopathic.”
I turn and look at the dark, shadowy tunnel before us. I have no idea what lays beyond the hatch, but I feel that familiar thrill and rush of adrenaline I get before a fight. I know one is coming – the Shadow Clan Keep won't be completely empty. The only question is when and where.
“Let's get it on,” Deyro says.
I turn and look Kaitlyn in the eyes, my expression and tone serious. “You stay behind us,” I say. “Stay well behind us.”
She nods. “Like I planned on leading the charge.”
“Good girl,” I say and on impulse, give her a quick peck on the lips.
Deyro climbs down the ladder and I quickly follow him. The moment our feet hit the soft dirt of the tunnel, our blades our in our hands. We step forward and pause until we hear Kaitlyn's feet on the ground behind us.
“Game faces on,” Deyro says. “It's about to get real.”
“Let's do it.”
We walk cautiously down the tunnel. It's dark. So dark, even my enhanced vision can't quite penetrate the inky blackness ahead of us. Even though I can't see anything, I can sense that we're not alone down here. Something's in the tunnel with us.
“You feel that?” Deyro whispers.
I nod. “Yeah. I feel it.”
“You don't happen to have a flashlight, do you?”
“It's in my other coat,” I say. “But, I do have something better.”
I draw my magic into me and summon a ball of light. When it's fully formed and casting off a bright glow, I release it, sending it in the air like a bubble ahead of us.
“That's a cool trick,” Deyro says. “You're getting pretty good with your magic.”
I shrug. “Parlor tricks mostly. The really simple, basic stuff,” I reply. “I'm wishing I'd studied harder and actually read some of the books I was supposed to right about now.”
“Well, at least you're good with a blade,” he says. “At least you got that going for you.”
“It's going to have to be enough.”
The ball of light floats ahead and it doesn't take long for us to see that we are in fact, not alone. The light glints off the eyes of the creatures in the tunnel with us. A dozen, at least. Gahan. They stand about fifty yards ahead of us, crouched down, looks of pure hatred on their faces. The moment we spot them, they start chittering and making low, guttural grunts.
“Well, you said you were itchin' for a fight,” I say.
“Yes, yes I did,” Deyro says, a smile on his face.
I look back at Kaitlyn and see the terror on her face. “It's okay if you guys want to be sociopaths,” she says. “Be my guest. Please.”
“Just stay behind us.”
We're outnumbered, but the one thing working in our favor is that the tunnel isn't very wide. Deyro and I can stand side by side, but these creatures won't be able to get by us without getting their head lopped off first.
We glance at each other and grin. I feel my adrenaline ramping up and a sense of excitement flooding my veins.
“Hundred bucks says I tag more,” I say.
“You're so on,” Deyro replies.
“You two aren't actually betting on who kills more of those things are you?” Kaitlyn asks from behind us.
I shrug. “Hey, you said we could be sociopaths.”
“True enough.”
The Gahan charge at us, their guttural cries echoing around the tunnel around us. I launch myself forward, my blades whirling and slicing. A high-pitched screech fills my ears as my blade strikes home, slicing straight through the neck of the creature nearest to me. Its head rolls off its shoulders, sending a spray of blood high onto the tunnel wall.
The creature rushing up behind it kicks the head, sending it rolling past me. I don't think twice about it until I hear Kaitlyn shrieking. I risk a quick glance behind me and see her dancing around, trying to get away from the rolling head as if it were attacking her.
I laugh as I turn forward again – and barely get out of the way of a Gahan's claws. It rakes through the air next to me. If I'd been one beat later, I'd have that ugly sucker's claws in my eyes. I throw a punch and catch it square in the face. The creature stumbles backwards, a stunned expression on its face. It stands there and looks at me for a moment as it tries to collect itself.
“Too long, buddy,” I say and step forward, driving the point of my blade through its chest.
My blade gets stuck and I can't free it before another Gahan crashes into me from the side. I let go of the sword and try to get my other sword around, but find myself pinned against the wall. The Gahan is biting the air, trying to sink its sharp teeth into my neck and I'm having trouble moving. I get myself turned around and am barely holding off the snapping jaws of the thing when the point of a blade erupts through its forehead, spraying blood and sticky tissue all over me.
I look around the dead creature and see Deyro's grinning face looking back at me. He yanks his blade free and lets the body drop to the ground at my feet.
“I'm on six,” he says. “How about you?”
“I just passed twenty-two,” I say.
“Yeah, I call bullshit,” he laughs.
I grab my second sword and step up beside Deyro. Our blades flash and spin, both of us moving with a fluid grace as we cut through creature after creature. Our breathing is a little bit labored when the last creature falls, but we're both grinning and laughing.
“Unfortunately,” he says. “I think that ended in a draw.”
From the corner of my eye, I see one of the creatures on the ground twitching, a gravelly rasp coming from its throat. I step over to it and drive the point of my blade through its head, ending its twitching and moaning for good.
“Actually,” I say. “That makes me one up, I do believe.”
Deyro laughs. “You're such an ass,” he says. “That doesn't count.”
“It totally counts,” I protest. “It was still alive.”
“Barely.”
I turn to Kaitlyn, who's looking at us with an expression that's somewhere between horror, disgust, and a dark amusement on
her face. I look at Deyro and see that he's covered in blood and gore – and know that I'm looking much the same way. I don't doubt we present a very gruesome image.
“Ref,” I say. “We need a ruling on the field here.”
She shakes her head. “Wow,” she says. “You guys really enjoy killing.”
“There's money on the line,” Deyro says. “Money is a great motivator.”
“I think you took that go be sociopathic thing a little too seriously,” she says.
I shrug. “You can never be too sociopathic when money's on the line.”
“It's a draw,” she says. “Now, can we go?”
“Told you,” Deyro nudges me.
“That sucks,” I say.
We turn and head off down the tunnel, leaving a massive pile of bodies behind us. Okay, maybe we did go a little sociopathic. But, hey, it was all in good fun.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kaitlyn
Wyn and Deyro led me through the tunnel without further incident. Thankfully. That little display of frat boy behavior back in the tunnels was disturbing. I'd lost count of how many of those things they'd killed but there were a lot of them. And it had all been a game to them.
The idea of killing so efficiently and so ruthlessly – and having fun while you were doing it – was something I absolutely couldn't relate to. But then, I remind myself that I'm not one of them. I'm not a Dragonborn Ranger and I'm not tasked with fighting creatures like those walking nightmares in the tunnels day in and day out.
It shouldn't be all that surprising they've developed some sense of dark gallows humor about the whole thing. Maybe in their place, I would have too.
All that matters to me though, is that we've made it to the end of the tunnel. We're at the door and are about to complete the final leg of this mission. At least, I hope we are. I have no idea what's beyond the door, but I'm trying to remain hopeful and optimistic that we can do what we came to do, get back to LA, seal the doors behind us, and all live happily ever after.
“According to the map,” Deyro says. “The chamber where they keep the Deathstone is just down the hall. We're close.”
“And if luck holds, we're going to be able to get there without any problems,” Wyn says.
Deyro looks at him, raising an eyebrow. “When has our luck ever held.”
He shrugs. “There is that.”
I feel a queasiness in my stomach as a dark, greasy feeling washes over me. My stomach churns and I taste bile in the back of my throat. I fall to my knees, clutching my stomach and do everything I can to keep from throwing up. The feeling is so dark and so malevolent, I know it can mean only one thing.
“Are you okay?” Deyro asks me.
I look up at him, tears standing in my eyes. “He's here,” I say. “He's waiting for us.”
Deyro turns to Wyn and smirks. “Like I said, like our luck ever holds.”
Wyn sighs and shrugs. “Well, I guess we should get on with it then.”
“Please, don't let him take me,” I croak. “Please, kill me first. Kill be before he takes me.”
Wyn shakes his head. “That's not going to happen,” he says. “Just stay –”
“Behind you, I know,” I say. “Don't worry, I'm not planning on charging in there ahead of you.”
The two Rangers look at each other and grin. They're enjoying this. With everything at stake – with our very lives at stake – they're having fun.
“There's probably going to be a few of the Shadow Clan dragons out there” Deyro says.
Wyn shrugs. “If you're scared, stay in here.”
“I was only telling you to give you that option.”
“Well, I'm good,” Wyn says. “I'm locked and loaded.”
Deyro nods, his grin only widening. “Then, let's dance.”
Wyn turns to me. “Stay here, in the tunnel until I call for you,” he says. “And keep your head down.”
My stomach is roiling and all I can do is nod. Deyro grasps the door handle and pulls it open, its hinges squealing and screeching. As they walk out into the hall beyond the door, I crawl to the doorway and peek my head out. I see both men standing before a line of those creatures – and a dozen men behind them in black armor, swords in their hands.
Deyro and Wyn exchange a look and a nod – as if they had just communicated a plan with one another without even using words. When the creatures rush at them with a guttural cry, I watch as both Wyn and Deyro crouch down, open their mouths wide, and unleash a torrent of fire. The two blasts of flame consume the creatures and set the armored men behind them ablaze. The sound of agonized screaming fills the air around me and I clap my hands over my ears to shut out the horrible sound.
I watch them until the last of the flaming bodies fall to the floor and lay still. The pungent odor of charred flesh saturates the air, making me gag. I can't believe what I just saw. I mean, I am only just now wrapping my head around the idea that dragons are real – but adding the whole fire-breathing element just adds another layer I don't feel entirely equipped to handle at the moment.
And then Wyn is standing before me. He reaches down and helps me to my feet, a look of concern upon his face.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Honestly?” I reply. “I really don't know right now. This is all just so – surreal. I'm waiting to wake up and find it's the most vivid, terrible dream I've ever had.”
His smile is small. “It's no dream.”
“Let's finish this,” Deyro says.
Wyn gives me a nod. “Let's finish this.”
I take a deep, steadying breath. “Okay. Let's finish it.”
I follow them down the hall, past the still smoldering bodies, and stand behind them when we reach an ornately carved steel door. The ominous, greasy feeling in me grows stronger and my stomach begins to cramp up. I clutch my belly and fight off the waves of nausea.
Nyro's presence in my mind is growing stronger, his voice louder, the feel of him even more intense than before. Wyn puts a steadying hand on my shoulder and gives it an encouraging squeeze. The look on his face though, is grim and I can see that something's wrong.
“What is it?” I ask, a tide of fear rising up within me.
“Your aura,” he says. “It's changed. It's almost completely black now.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“It means that Nyro is almost ready to perform the Rites,” Deyro says. “It means that his spawn in you is nearing the zenith of its power.”
I feel shell-shocked as Deyro pushes open the two doors and we all step inside. The chamber is dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a couple of torches in sconces on the wall, the glowing and pulsing of the Dragon Door on the far wall, and a glowing aura around a pedestal in the center of the room. And on the pedestal sits a large, round stone. It almost looks like a bowling ball to me. But a light inside of it glows dimly, the feel emanating from it one of despair and rage. It seems to amplify all of the negative feelings inside of me.
“The Deathstone,” I whisper.
Stepping out from behind a pillar is Nyro – his white hair standing out in stark contrast to the darkness all around the room. He regards us casually, as if we're old friends dropping by for a visit.
“I have to say,” he begins, “using the magic in the Riverlands to mimic the energy of my seed – it was creative. I'll give you that.”
“And yet, here you are anyway,” Deyro says.
“Well, of course,” he replies. “I said it was creative. I didn't say that I'm an idiot. Like I didn't know it was just a mimic. I figured that out two seconds after I set foot in Chondelai.”
Wyn shrugs. “Well, we tried.”
“That you did,” he says. “And you get an A for effort.”
“That's awfully sweet of you,” Deyro says.
“I'm in a generous mood,” Nyro replies. “You're returning my vessel to me at just the right time.”
“Too bad you'll never get your hands on her,” Wyn says.
Nyro rolls his eyes and sighs. “Are we really going to do this again?”
“Looks like it.”
Nyro looks at me, his eyes probing me. He looks me up and down, a fanatical light in his eyes as he licks his lips. I've never felt dirtier before in my life. Deyro and Wyn spread out – one on Nyro's left and the other on his right. Their swords are up and at the ready, but I can see the tightness on the faces of both of them. They know this fight won't be as easy as dispatching those Gahan things.
“This doesn't have to be like this. It would all be so much easier if you both just let me have my way,” Nyro says. “And if you do, I will reward you handsomely. I'll even make you my most trusted lieutenants. What do you say?”
Deyro's wrist flashes and I barely even see the small knife hurtling toward Nyro. The white-haired man turns and holds his hand up a split second before the dagger would have buried itself in his throat. The blade stops, mid-air, and hangs there a moment. Slowly, it turns around and with a flick of his wrist, he sends it hurtling back toward Deyro. The Ranger blocks it with his sword just in time. The ringing of steel on steel echoes around the chamber and then suddenly, as if that sound was the opening bell, all hell breaks loose.
Deyro and Wyn rush him from opposite sides, blades whirling. They both move with such an elegant grace about them, that it's entrancing to watch. Nyro holds up his hands, one palm pointed at each of them and like the dagger, they are stopped cold. They grunt and groan as they try to push against the unseen barrier, but they can't move. Nyro flicks his wrists and sends them flying backward. They crash against the walls of the chamber hard, knocking their breath out of them.
And then he turns his eyes to me, those glowing golden orbs taking me in from head to toe. As if in response to his gaze, or maybe just the proximity of its father, the seed within me starts to squirm and writhe.
“Soon, my child,” Nyro says, his eyes fixed on my belly. “We will be together soon.”
“I'll make you a deal, Kaitlyn,” Nyro says. “Come with me willingly, and I'll spare both of their lives.”
“Like hell,” I hear Wyn say a moment before a blue fireball catches Nyro in the side of the head, sending him sprawling to the side.
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