My Salvation - Page 106

At first, there was one answering screech above, then two, then three. A cacophony of bird cries filled the air. The Eagles of Éire Danu had answered his call.

Iris, then Aurora landed in human form, wings behind them like avenging angels.

In front of them, Gaius, Vesta, and Helios drew blades and stalked forward.

“Sorry about this, folks,” Nigel called out, then unleashed a torrent of mud splatter.

Suddenly, invisible enemies were very visible.

Pumping their wings, Helios and Gaius took flight and began impaling their enemies at every turn.

Priest simply ripped them apart. Like an angry toddler pulling off a doll’s head, he simply tore them limb from limb.

Vesta knelt beside her. “What are you holding on to?”

“It’s me, Zoe.”

“You can let go now, Cassandra,” Vesta said in even tones.

Cas shook her head, then looked to their left. The portal remained. “They came for her,” she whispered.

“Cassandra, mate of my son. You are dying. Please let go,” Vesta begged.

Cas laid her head on Zoe, keeping her arms locked in place.

She heard a pop, and suddenly Zoe could be seen. Tears streaked down her face. “I’m okay, Cas! Please!”

Only when the portal collapsed and disappeared did she relax her grip and slumped fully onto the witch.

“She needs a healer! Now!” Vesta screamed.

The monster that was her mate launched himself skyward, then flew back toward the courtyard.

She was lifted gently and placed on her belly next to Zoe.

“Mother, she’s lost too much blood,” Aurora fretted.

“Keep your hands pressed hard,” Vesta ordered.

She heard sniffling and knew it had to be Iris crying over her injuries.

Above them, the steady beating of wings got louder as Priest landed. In each claw, he carried two struggling warriors. Without ceremony, he dropped them in front of her.

“Cas!” Luca cried out, seeing the state she was in.

Reaching up, he fumbled at his comms unit. “Ilian, Cas has been shot. We need help.”

Over the unit, she heard a voice as familiar to her as Eion. “You do whatever you have to! Do you hear me, Luca!” Ilian ordered.

She felt Luca’s hands over her wounds. “I can stop the bleeding. I could even heal the wounds if she didn’t have bullets in her!” Luca yelled. “She needs more than I can provide.”

“Not looking too good, are you, hun,” the other warrior asked, kneeling down on her other side.

“Heath, right?” she asked, feeling weaker.

“You have a good memory, but considering I’m one of the handsomer warriors at the villa, I can see why you’d remember me,” he said, his eyes twinkling.

“I’m dying, aren’t I?”