His body shakes, and his power seems to radiate the soil. Our bodies rise into the air.
“You have no idea what you have just done,” Slain says.
He drops us, and we hit the dirt, rolling.
Lök and Vraik try reaching out to me, but Slain immediately reacts.
“You must die,” he commands.
Vraik is sent flying near the cliff. His foot catches against the edge. He uses a small boulder to hold himself up.
“Emma!” he shouts.
Slain laughs, manically evil. Defiant of all life, he raises his arms and throws his weight at Lök. He too soars through the air, back hitting the canyon wall.
He falls, limp, eyes closed.
“No!” My voice is blood-curdling.
Slain ignores me. Apparently he doesn’t believe a woman is any threat to him. But he doesn’t know my power.
I’m a mother, and I’ll do anything to protect my family.
I unload my weapon on him. One bullet hits his shoulder, sending him a few feet back. Another hits his chest. Green goo sprays across the dirt.
Akron joins me, firing at least ten rounds into his disgusting body.
I expect the asshole to fall to his death, but the bullets do him no harm. Rekker was right. The Resnyx has made him stronger than ever.
Slain lunges toward Akron, throwing his fist into his abdomen. His fingers slide through the skin, opening him up.
Akron screams as Slain holds onto his heart, squeezing. “You will all suffer my wrath,” he beckons. “For I am your God. The power of righteousness rests inside my palm.”
I glance at the alphas, completely paralyzed by a new fear. All of them are injured. Rekker is healing in the med-bay, but he has promised to stay with the last remnants of the Resnyx.
The miners have abandoned us.
“No...” I whisper.
“You,” he says, turning his sight to me. He lets go of Akron’s heart, allowing him to fall to the floor.
Akron’s wounds heal, but he’s not moving.
“Please,” I beg. “I am pregnant.”
A grin cuts across his face. “Good. I need a kin. You will be my bride in heaven above,” he says.
He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. I struggle, but he easily restrains me.
His hands coil around my neck, choking. My airways shut, and I can feel the quick pang of betrayal.
Life has betrayed me and my baby.
I need to get us out of here. But how?
I whisper, “Rekker has the Resnyx. He is in the med-bay, waiting for you.”
He lets go, dropping me hard. “What did you just say?”