King Tomb (Forever Evermore, #3)(62)
Elder Jacobs blinked a few times then held up an envelope. “I may have the reasoning for that right here.” Again he blinked, then he glanced at Ezra and me, ignoring how everyone else was staring at him avidly. “That was very nicely done, you two.” He nodded a few times. “I’m pleasantly surprised with how you both handled him.”
Ezra and I stared at him, and I was the one who eventually muttered, “Thanks.” I mean, really, his commentary on our leadership skills wasn’t absolutely needed right now. I pointed to the envelope, trying to redirect him. “What is that?”
“Hmm?” he hummed absently, still staring at us, but he kind of jolted at seeing the letter, as if he had just noticed it in his raised hand. “Oh, yes. This is from Elder Harcourt.”
“And?” I prompted.
“You, King Zeller, Elder Merrick, Elder Farrar, Elder Zeller, and myself will be striking the last Beast farm tonight,” he explained. He grinned. “After we rest up, our same group will be heading to Chicago — recently dubbed King Mile — the city most recently taken here in the United States. We’ll be meeting there with Elder Townsend, Elder White, Elder Bridges, Elder Samson, King Collins, and Queen Cooper. They’re all getting their directives today to change locations. We’ll be discussing how to finally put an end this war.”
Holy shit.
Parking ten miles away from our destination — the last Beast farm — our group exited from the vehicles. I took my coat off and pulled my hair into a ponytail, then I methodically began strapping on my weapons. My gun spelled with a never-ending supply of silver bullets went into a thigh holster, while knives and a few other guns were placed sporadically in holsters or sheaths along my body. My Cizanos, two short, deadly curved swords made of steel and silver and spelled specifically for a Shifter’s strength, I strapped to my back, their handles right above my shoulders for easy access. I noticed absently that Elder Merrick also had a pair. Bonnie and Clyde, my Vizoac and my husband’s, both having behaved decently in the back of the SUV we rode in, jumped from the interior and automatically went to either my side or Ezra’s. But they weren’t going with us on this mission; their duty was to stay near the SUV and make sure it was here when we got back.
After everyone was suited up, we stood in a circle around Antonio. His eyes flared bright as a golden, transparent sphere encompassed our group. From the outside it was invisible, hiding us, but inside we could see the golden shimmer of the sphere. Elder Jacobs’s eyes flared, and suddenly the wind picked up and aimed directly at us, shoving our sphere forward. I braced my legs but still fell back against Ezra at the sudden speed. His palms landed on my hips, steadying me as his heat encompassed me, his hands only releasing me when I found my footing. I watched as the scenery blurred by, all of it country, as our speed increased to over a hundred miles per hour, meaning we arrived at our destination fairly quickly. I was rocked again as if I were on a roller coaster as the wind blew our sphere straight up into the night sky over the twenty-foot tall metal fencing with rounded, wicked barbwire at the top.
“Oomph,” I exhaled sharply as all of us, not just me, almost fell to our knees.
Ezra’s arm was instantly wrapped around my waist from behind, even as he placed a quick bracing hand on the bottom of the sphere, keeping us from falling completely. He barked over his shoulder, “What the f*ck? Are you trying to injure us all?”
“It was needed,” Elder Jacobs said softly, staring at the distancing ground as the wind pushed us from underneath, his arms aimed low. “You’d better brace yourself for the landing.”
“You’re a damn Elder!” Ezra shouted over the howling wind. “Where the hell is your control—” He abruptly cut off as we started to descend…or fall from the sky, more like.
And yeah, I screamed as our bodies literally lifted from the bottom of the sphere, floating a bit as I stared down at the swiftly approaching unforgiving ground, the dead grass most definitely not enough to cushion our fall.
“Shit!” Ezra shouted, his arm tightening around my stomach painfully, his chest pressed against my back as he stared over my shoulder down at the ground. He was able to thrust his legs down and touch the sphere, and he jerked hard, twisting us roughly so now his back was to the approaching ground while we stared up into the overcast night through the shimmering gold. It didn’t help my fear, not at all, and I screamed again at the freefalling weightlessness, but I still heard Ezra mutter near my ear, “Fuck, this is gonna hurt.”
A sudden brush of wind caught the sphere, slowing it, but we still landed way too f*cking hard. Ezra grunted loud as his entire backside slammed against the ground, my body on top of his and crushing his front as gravity smashed me into him. His breath released against the left side of my face, even as all the air rushed from my own lungs, my arms flying past his body on either side to smack onto the ground. All the Elders next to us were lying on the bottom of the sphere, the same as us, sprawled every which way. No one moved, or like me, was probably able to breathe, all the air just gone from my lungs as I stared blurrily up at the sky in a daze.
Dizzily, I lifted a bruised and shaky hand and pounded on my chest a few times until I wheezed, coughing hard as air filled my jarred lungs. I felt a gentle squeeze on my hip, the barest pressure, and I shook my head hard, remembering I was lying on top of my husband. I rolled, sadly not quickly because the world kind of spun, and heard some of the Elders begin to stir as they also coughed air into their lungs. Moving like a drunk over Ezra, I stared down at his face. He was blinking repeatedly, like he couldn’t see, and his wide lips were beginning to turn blue. “Aw, shit.” His chest wasn’t moving, and if anything, it looked like some of his ribs might have broken from his body cushioning mine. “Antonio, a little help here!”