Reborn (Shadow Beast Shifter, #3)(60)

Thankfully, even with sketchy memories, Angel followed along well.

“Ixana?” she asked Shadow.

“Dead.”

Why waste words when you could answer with just one… Shadow’s motto in life.

One word was enough for Angel, though, who just shrugged as she started to drag me along with her. We walked for a few minutes in silence, and I marveled at the array of grey and green and gold plants that surrounded us.

Some were familiar, others not at all, and I’d hazard a guess that Angel had modeled the different species after plants from various worlds when she’d created this level.

When we entered a small clearing, we stopped outside of a dwelling. Excitement at maybe seeing her home shot through me. Everything I knew about Angel was based on our life outside of her world, but I was finally getting a sneak peek.

The outside of her home was nondescript, blending into the plants around it. The layered boards were gold, accented by stone and wood in shades of green and grey. It mostly looked like a cabin that had been claimed by nature. There was no visible entrance, at least not until Angel pressed her hands to a mass of intertwined vines on one wall.

Energy flowed through her fingertips, and the vines responded, twirling and slithering like snakes until there was an opening big enough for even Shadow to walk through without ducking his head.

Inside it was as I’d expected. Simple, practical, with a few select touches of Angel. A shimmery wall of armor, with many varied colors, including gold, bronze, silver, and a deep rich maroon set that looked ancient and heavy. “I can call this armor to me from any place in any of the worlds,” she told me when I stopped to stare at it. “Also, the weapons.”

Even Shadow was impressed when we reached the next wall in her main room, which was covered top to bottom in weapons. From swords to small blades, axes and other lethal chop-off-your-own-arm items, there were so many, I couldn’t take them all in. Each one was mounted upon what appeared to be bone, displayed to perfection. “They sit on the remnants of our enemies,” Angel explained.

Remnants of her enemies? Bone was correct.

“I remember some of these,” Shadow said, leaning in close, but not too close that there was any chance of him touching her items. If I knew anything about ancient Honor Meadow weapons, they did not like to be handled by those who were not family.

“When our bond is complete,” she told me, “you’ll be able to call any item from these walls.”

Now that was exciting. Except… “You don’t have to die first, right?”

She actually cracked a smile. “No, the wall can be called by more than one. Any who are in our bonded family are gifted with these ancient battle materials.”

Okay, then, sign me up.

When we were finally able to tear our eyes from the wall “art,” we moved farther into the cabin. Angel led us into a lounge room containing a few wooden chairs. “I like to carve in my spare time,” she said, gesturing for us to sit on the intricate pieces. “They’re stronger than they look.”

That was probably meant for Shadow because they looked plenty strong to me. I was the first to sit, and before Shadow could move to the bench beside me, Angel stepped in front of him.

“Free the rest of my memories,” she said in a rush. “I’ve been able to release some through my current awareness of the spell, but… the being who cast it is too strong for me to best their energy completely.”

“All of us needed help to remember.” I piped up from my spot. “Nothing to be ashamed of.” They both shot me a glare and I shrugged. “Just trying to help. I figured it’s tiring being a badass all the time. It’s nice to let others support you on occasion.”

Angel had actually imparted that advice to me in the realm, which she may not remember.

Their glares didn’t cease. “Completely not tiring,” Shadow said bluntly.

“Agreed,” Angel added, and I just smiled because they were adorable… and scary. Always scary.

Shadow wasted no time placing his hand on her forehead. Angel closed her eyes briefly, and I felt the burst of power that came from them both, near knocking me off my seat. Angel flew across the room, her wings shooting out to stop her from slamming into the walls. Scrambling to my feet, I was prepared to jump between them if a battle broke out, but Angel just shook her head a few times, finally meeting my gaze. “Mera.”

She’d known me before, but until this moment hadn’t truly known, known me. I ran toward her because of course we had to hug again, both of us holding on for many minutes.

It had been too close to almost losing them all.

When we were all hugged out, we sat and caught up. I quickly got her up to date on what had happened on Shadow’s and my side after Dannie, and where we were at now.

“What’s the plan to defeat the Danamain?” Angel asked, leaning back in her chair, mulling over everything she’d heard.

“Shadow’s friends have all gone to their worlds to gather their most powerful spells, energy, and artifacts,” I said quickly. “Len has some stones that will hopefully prevent her from stealing our memories again, and the others are bringing their strongest weapons and abilities to the table. We need the firepower to trap her in a prison, which will drain some of her energy. If that works, we’ll attempt to remove the stone from her… in whatever way necessary.”