Taliyah collapsed against him with a gasp. He cradled her to his chest and flashed to their bedroom.
—Commander, all phantom attacks have ceased. They’ve collapsed.—
—The light. What was that?—
Roc had known Taliyah was the daughter of a god and the granddaughter of a higher god, but he hadn’t expected...this.
—The light came from Taliyah. I’ll explain later.—As soon as he healed her and figured out what had happened. —Put the phantoms in cuffs and cells. Do them no harm.—Standard operating procedure, nowadays.
He gently laid his wife upon their bed. Dark lines branched through every inch of visible skin. Black shaded her eye sockets.
Remembering the care and feeding of harpies, he sliced into his wrist and held the wound above her mouth, while forcing her lips to part with his free hand. A crimson stream trickled down her throat. But, as the minutes passed, she didn’t rouse.
Desperate, he leaned down while lifting her head, pressing her lips into his throat. “Feed, Taya. Please.”
Again, nothing happened.
Fighting a stronger deluge of panic, he raced to the other bedroom, shouldering past the door. The daughter sat at the edge of the bed with her legs folded. The mother rose, as well, vibrant color restored to her once-pallid skin. When she spotted him, hatred filled her eyes—eyes so like Taliyah’s.
She sprang to her feet, shielding her daughter and gearing up for attack. Whatever Taliyah’s light had done to the phantoms outside had also helped this phantom greatly, her strength restored with the same intensity as her color.
“There’s no time for that. Taliyah won’t wake. Come. Wake her.” Unwilling to wait, he flashed to Taliyah. No change in her condition.
The sister and the niece rushed after him. Both dived on the bed.
“What did you do to her?” the sister demanded.
He explained as he paced, ending with “Wake her,” he repeated. “Whatever is needed, wake her. I think she burned through her life energy.” His woman, starve to death? Denial roared from him. “She needs my soul, which I’ll gladly give her. Just wake her! Make her feed.”
“You can’t make a phantom feed, you fool.” Blythe frantically tapped Taliyah’s cheeks. “Come on, T-bone. Wake up. Do you hear me? Wake! That’s an order from your more powerful sister.”
A horrifying thought occurred to him as Taliyah’s words echoed in his mind. He planned this. She was right. Erebus had absolutely planned this. But he’d done far worse than Taliyah realized. Erebus hadn’t just stored the phantoms below the earth to use as toys. He’d planned Taliyah’s burnout to save them.
Erebus had known she would find the harpies underground, guided by the Blade of Destiny. He’d wanted Roc to taste the loss he was soon to experience.
What should he do?
What should he do?
“She has a friend,” Blythe blurted out. “An oracle.”
Roc made and tossed the sister a key to Harpina within the same second. “Fetch her.”
“Yes.” The sister caught the three-inch stone and reached for her daughter, who currently sat on Taliyah’s chest, cupping her face.
“Aunt Tal is in there. She’s fighting, and she promises she won’t stop. She won’t accept a picture of defeat. She says you gotta hurry, though. The little light is fading fast.”
Another denial boiled in the core of his being. “Get the oracle. Now.”
“Hi, guys.” The bright, cheery voice came from behind him, and he spun. A beautiful black harpy stood in the doorway. “I prefer the name Great and Mighty Oracle Neeka.” She skipped into the room and handed Roc a piece of paper. “This is a list of her sisters and where they’re located right now. Also her mother. Sorry. If you want T-rex fixed, you’d better gather the girls quick. Chop-chop.”
Roc glanced down at the list before her words pierced his thoughts. Comprehension dawned, and he flashed to the first location with no goodbyes. First up, a woman named Gwen.
Neeka had given him more than names and addresses. Notes with arrows pointing here and there littered the margins, offering warnings. Everything from A bark worse than her bite to Already plotting your murder.
He materialized in a spacious bedroom, standing behind a strawberry blonde throwing a crystal vase at a big, dark-haired man, while shouting, “Yes, I can start a war with gods just because I want to.”
For a split second, he locked gazes with her male, who rocketed from amused frustration to unending rage. No time to explain his actions. He simply grabbed the woman and flashed. Not the best introduction to his new brother, but what else could he do?
Roc dropped Gwen in Harpina and flashed off just as she tore into his throat. Up next, the sister named Kaia. A redhead. This one was busy stuffing a grenade into a purse, telling a dark-blond brute, “When I have this Alaroc person’s balls dangling from my fingers, I’ll return yours to you.”
Again, Roc snatched and flashed. This male caught sight of him, too, and reacted just as fiercely.
Problem: when he dropped Kaia off in Harpina, she deposited the grenade in his hand—with the pin pulled. He barely managed to toss the weapon into an empty realm before detonation.
Two more names left. Up next? Bianka, another sister. Roc took the lovely brunette from a warrior with gold wings. This male lunged at him, grazing his cheek with a sword of fire as he vanished.
One female to go. The mother, Tabitha. She fought him through the flash itself. By the time he landed in the master bedroom, she had three daggers embedded in his shoulder. He plucked the weapons free and pointed to Taliyah. “Fix her.”
All of the sisters congregated on the bed, cheering encouragements at Taliyah. Neeka commanded, “I said louder!”
“Come on, T-bag!”
“You can do this!”
“Don’t be a slacker. Fight harder!”
“Lie next to her, Astra,” the oracle instructed. “Warm her. Stardust her. Give her the works. Remind her what she’s fighting for.”
Hisses sounded and claws were bared as he shouldered past her family and gathered Taliyah into his arms. He didn’t care, and he didn’t withdraw. He willed his body to produce more heat for her.
“I didn’t say to stop cheering, did I?” Neeka boomed, a true dictator. “You know General Taliyah performs best when she’s being praised for her efforts. Or am I the only one who has foreseen this?”
New cheers erupted, filling the air as Roc’s heat warmed Taliyah’s chilled skin. As stardust singed his palms, he stroked her face, her throat and collarbone. Her arms. Under her T-shirt. If he could reach it, he touched it.