Dark Desires After Dusk (Immortals After Dark #6)(91)

Raising the sorcerer’s weapon against his own guards, Cade slashed at the two. Before they could rise again, he charged past them only to halt in his tracks at the walkway to the forge.

Dozens of them converged, choking the narrow path. And there was no way Cade could get to Holly without passing through the forge.

Though the poison was dissipating, it was still blunting his change, preventing him from turning completely.

And his enemies couldn’t be destroyed. He slew them again and again with the sword, but they rose each time. The weapon was useless against them.

Cade sheathed it at his back once more. Surveying the scene, he realized what he had to do. He charged them, heaving the revenants over the side of the walk into the water. He thought the current would catch them, sweeping them away. Corpses . . . meet the corpse eaters.

Instead, they sank like rocks with their heavy armor.

Throwing them bodily, he plowed his way to the forge. Inside were three walkways to different towers. Which one to choose? More revenants appeared. Where had the bastard taken Holly?

His question was answered when he caught sight of her.

She was atop a balcony rail—at the direct edge of the falls.

As he frenziedly battled to get to her, she slipped, waving her arms for balance, robbing him of breath. “Holly!” But she couldn’t hear him over the falls.

With her hair whipping in the wind, she swept a glance over her adversaries. Trapped. She knows she can’t fight them.

“Holly, no!” Cade roared, charging for her. “Don’t do this!”

She swallowed . . . then stepped off the ledge.

Ah, gods, no! Heart in his throat, he sprinted to dive in right behind her. He dimly heard Groot yelling at him. Almost to the railing, tensing to hurdle it— Like a shot, his body flew across the space, crashing into the wall of the forge, pinned there by a dozen swords.

*

She hit the water with shattering force, a scream ripping from her chest.

Eddies churned, keeping her submerged. Can’t get air. The roiling power of them.

Kicking desperately, she stretched her arms up to the surface that she could see—but couldn’t reach.

The underwater current seized her, shooting her down the river like a bullet in a rifle barrel. The force slammed her into a boulder; she clung to it with her claws, scrabbling up from the deep.

Finally, she broke to the surface, sucking in air, but the waves soon pried her from her sanctuary, tossing her like dross.

A fallen tree ahead. She swam frantically for it. Can’t miss it. Just ahead . . . almost there . . . Got it!

She used it to haul herself in, then crawled on hands and knees up the rocky shore.

I made it. With each ragged breath, she coughed, an agony on her ribs. I survived. I— Her ear twitched. She dragged her gaze up. And met red eyes glowing with an unearthly hunger.

For her.

*

“If you don’t release me, she’s going to die!” he bellowed as Groot approached him. Cade had never wanted anything so much as he wanted over that ledge. With all his might, he writhed, slicing his skin on the swords, biting at his own flesh to get free.

“She probably wouldn’t have survived the falls,” Groot said, pinching his nose and snapping it back in place. “But if she did, would you really expect me to let you go with the female, the sword, and my secret location?”

“Fuck the sword!” At last, Cade was turning completely. “Keep it! And I’ll vow to the Lore . . . not to tell of this place.”

“Even if the Valkyrie lived, she’ll be infected or eaten before anyone gets to her. Besides, there’ll be another Vessel in a few centuries. And all I have is time.”

Cade roared with fury, his horns straightening, sharpening, his fangs and claws lengthening.

“I’d really hoped you would kill my brother, but now I see you can’t be controlled.”

You have no idea.

Groot sent another sword flying straight for his neck. In a rush of blood, Cade tore free, ducking under the sword with an inch to spare. Once more, he lumbered toward the railing, almost to the edge . . . Thoughts grew hazy in his rage state. Get to my female . . . Protect her . . .

Groot himself sacked Cade with the force of a freight train. He looped a thick arm around Cade’s neck. “I can squeeze the life out of you, demon . . .”

I want over that goddamned edge! Cade’s head shot back, his sharpened horns sinking into Groot’s face like a viper’s fangs.

The sorcerer collapsed, instantly paralyzed; at once, revenants descended upon Cade.

He mindlessly slashed at them with claws, horns, fangs. But they couldn’t be slain as long as their master lived. Cade swung his gaze on Groot, then wrestled to get past more guards to him.

The sorcerer lay with his grotesque muscles clenched, his eyes wide, registering everything, but unable to move.

Snatching up his great body, Cade battled to get to the forge, taking sword thrusts, growling in fury with each strike. At the edge, he lifted Groot overhead.

The bastard had recovered enough to beg, “Please . . .”

With a roar, Cade heaved him into the fire.

Flames consumed Groot’s body, then flared, too large to be contained in the smoke stack. The entire castle shuddered.

Mortar cracked, stones beginning to plummet. Cade faced off against the revenants standing between him and the water. The next one that he slew stayed down. But the fortress never settled, continuing to quake on its supports. He felt heat building all around him . . .