She points to the pile of debris that once was the form of the Harbingers of Death.
“Hannah even ran away when she saw what was coming,” she adds.
“Lovely,” Dice drawls, dusting his hands off. “We’re all fucked.”
Chapter 29
KYA
Chaz’s strong, naked body is draped around me, and we’re curled into each other as we wait, although we’re not sure exactly what we’re waiting for. It’s been nine days since the dragonites invaded the world, and not one little fire—other than the one they used to kill the Harbingers of Death—has been reported.
How do an entire fleet of dragons fly over cities without being seen? No reports have been made though. No peep from Hannah. No new traps have been laid. Gavin is in the wind—not even Roslyn can track him since he figured her out. Absolutely no attacks at all have drifted our way.
Not even the blood-starved night stalkers are causing any problems.
It feels like the eerie calm before the storm, and my stomach is in knots as we ride in limbo. It feels foolish to complain about the calm when the storm is so vicious, but the longer the calm stretches on, the more likely we are to be caught off guard.
Yesterday’s conversation with Karma plays in my head as Chaz continues to trace imaginary lines over my skin.
“Are we ever going to talk about what happened?” Karma asks, her eyes weary and tired.
“We joined together. It was a power we didn’t know we had.” I know what she wants to talk about, but it’s still too new to know for sure what we’ve done.
“You know what I mean. We raised Dice from the dead. He’s still him, Kya. I know you’ve been watching him closely.”
I nod, not denying it. “Then we were lucky. That’s a dangerous power to have.”
“I agree. But I know it’s him. There’s no doubt in my mind. What if we could save others? What if we could—”
“We’ll worry about it if the time ever comes. Until then, let’s keep this quiet. If it got out—”
“Then we’d be a hot target for anyone who wanted to study or dissect that sort of power,” Karma finishes, understanding dawning in her eyes as her hand protectively lowers to her stomach.
“They’d do all they could to duplicate the magic, study it, possibly even kill us in the process. Your baby too. There are sick people out there. We know this.”
She nods grimly. “Then we’ll keep it quiet. For now. But I won’t keep this a secret from Dice forever.”
“I plan to tell Chaz soon. Now, with everything else going on, is just not the time.”
“Slade doesn’t know when the next portal date will be?” Chaz asks, kissing my shoulder as he draws me out of my reverie.
Slade is a lit stick of dynamite right now, and going near him is getting harder to do. The underground training facility he stole from the Anointed group is in shambles right now, because he’s been blasting his fury in there.
“The stars are out of alignment now. All the prior dates seem to be invalid. Something in the world shifted when the portal opened, and nothing in the skies is exactly the same. I’m not sure what that means, but it can’t be good.”
He drags his fingers up my bare back as I study the wall numbly. We were so close. We had her. Then she was gone.
This was supposed to be over. The war was supposed to end. We were supposed to win.
Instead, we have a new fire-breathing problem we can’t find, and Hannah is still out there playing master, just waiting for her opportunity to strike again.
“I have a theory about how to kill her for good,” Chaz says, just as someone bangs on the door.
“Come on, glitter boy. We finally have a lead.”
Chaz climbs to his feet, pulling on his clothes almost lazily. Four times they’ve claimed to have leads. Four times there’s been nothing.
He bends, brushing his lips over mine. I haven’t shown him the weird symbol that has come up on my wrist since yesterday, and he’s been too busy with other parts of my body to notice my wrist.