Witch's Pyre (Worldwalker #3)(44)

Rowan was the first to empty his heart of fear and goad the rest of the frozen coven into action.

Move.

Lily felt herself gathered up against Rowan’s chest before the coven swept forward with preternatural speed that blinded her.

They made it outside the hive and into a dark forest before they were caught by dozens of armored bodies. Lily had the chance to catch half a thought going through Rowan’s head.

They’re moving too fast . . . before she felt herself ripped from his arms.

“Lily—no!” he screamed, his hands grasping at her forearms, her wrists, and then sliding to the tips of her fingers and releasing with a snap as they were separated. Lily saw a bright spot at the base of the Warrior Sisters’ throats and knew that under their skin they must have willstones, and that a witch must be fueling them.

Rowan reared up from under a cluster of shiny black armor and yellow-and-black tiger-striped skin, wrenching heads from necks and tearing off wings and limbs in a blur of fury and desperation. No matter how many he killed, more Warrior Sisters came at him. Lily felt a barbed hand grabbing the back of her neck and slamming her down to her knees. The ground was dry and prickly with fallen needles. She looked up and saw her coven fighting among the trunks of colossal redwood trees. Her coven had formed a circle around Juliet to protect her, but their strength was failing.

Lily. Save us, Una pleaded in mindspeak. She was covered in Workers, each of them poised and ready to sting. They were holding back, waiting for the order from their witch.

Lily took a breath and the wind followed, spinning and screaming as it fell toward her. Digging deep, she searched for anything left inside to give her coven.

Lily, don’t, Rowan said. You’ll be using what you need to stay functioning. Your body will shut down and you’ll die.

The Warrior Sisters looked at her. The air stopped dead, debris hanging suspended in the air, as Lily prepared to drain herself dry and transmute the last of her strength.

“You can’t win, Lily Proctor,” said a familiar voice. “You’ll only get your coven killed if you keep fighting.”

Lily raised her eyes and saw Grace being held aloft by a host of Warrior Sisters. Her black willstone was surrounded by a halo of eerie purple-green light as it transmuted the energy she was feeding her claimed. The Sisters brought Grace to the forest floor. She stepped down from their inter-clasped hands with such practiced ease it was clear she’d done it an uncountable number of times before.

“You have no pyre and nothing left to give your already-overtaxed coven, while my claimed are fresh for a fight,” Grace continued, stepping forward smoothly.

“Your claimed,” Lily snarled. “I thought you didn’t do that here.”

“I said we don’t claim people here. The Woven are not people,” Grace said. “Tell your mechanics to stop struggling. You’re vastly outnumbered and out of options.”

Lily sagged between the two Warrior Sisters holding her by the arms. She reabsorbed the dregs of her strength and the witch wind let go of its half-drawn breath, allowing the floating debris to fall back to earth. Lily’s heart continued to beat, her nerves kept firing, but every muscle went lax with exhaustion.

Rowan bucked against the hands restraining him. Grace nodded once and he was released. Stumbling with fatigue, Rowan pitched himself forward and fell to his knees in front of Lily, trying to pull her away from her captors and into his arms. Another nod from Grace, and the Warrior Sisters backed off and let him. He ran his hands lightly over Lily, scanning her.

“You see, Toshi, as touching as Rowan’s display may seem, he’s actually her slave,” Grace said.

Lily’s head snapped around and she saw Toshi being brought to the ground by the Warrior Sisters. His uneasy look and stumbling steps made it clear he’d never traveled by Hive before.

“It isn’t love. If she dies, he’s left without his addiction,” Grace continued, acting the part of benevolent teacher. “I spared you a lifetime of dependency and servitude.”

Toshi nodded and put on a studious face. “I see. Yes. Of course you’re right, Grace.”

Lily gave him a sad smile. He looked shell-shocked and sorry. Ivan had been right. Toshi hadn’t known how Bower City worked, and now that he did it was too late. The Hive ran Bower City, but Grace controlled the Hive.

Lily had to look away, and as she did she saw a flash of white and a long, pale tail disappearing behind one of the towering redwoods. Lily shook her head, knowing she must be delirious. That couldn’t be who she thought it was.

They’re trying to separate us, Caleb said.

Lily looked and saw Juliet being pulled out of Caleb’s protective grip. Lily started to panic. Out of all of them, Juliet was the most vulnerable. The Hive could sense that, and she knew they were going to exploit it. But Juliet was not the type to shut her mouth and go quietly.

“You’re not saving Toshi, you’re saving yourself,” Juliet said bitterly to Grace as she struggled against the Sister’s grip. “Your law against claiming is to keep another witch from gathering together a coven powerful enough to challenge you.”

“There is no coven powerful enough to challenge me,” Grace said, her eyes blazing. “My coven is the Woven. I own this continent.”

Lily felt a collective moment of understanding dawn on her coven. Finally, all the pieces fit together.