Page 106 of Lethal Souls
Oh my goodness.
It’s aiming for us.
“Minka! Maia!” I scream, rushing for them.
But I’m too late.
The figure lands with a thud, sending me and the twins flying backwards.
SIXTY-FIVE
CAZ
The sound of a horn erupts, filling every hollow corner in the manor.
My heart quickens in my chest.
Fear seizes me…but it isn’t mine.
Fuck. It’s Willow.
I storm out of my study and leave the manor, running through the fields as my heart searches for her. I’m not very far along when I see the Kessel warriors ululating as they storm through the forest.
They’re headed to the shore.
Silvera and Cerberus bark as they dash ahead of me. I jump over dips, logs, and fallen trees until my boots are caked in black sand.
There’s a foreigner here, and the sight of them makes me snatch out my gun and point it ahead.
A man stands near the shore dressed head to toe in dark brown leather. A brown helmet is on his head, casting a shadow over his features, but they do nothing to hide his eyes.
Calm.
For a man having weapons pointed at him, he’s much too relaxed.
And I don’t like it.
I pull the trigger, releasing a steady round of bullets, but he raises a hand and blocks each one with ease. I grimace, shooting again, but instead of blocking the bullets, he catches them in one steel-clad hand. He closes his hand into a tight fist then turns it over to open it. One by one, the crushed bullets hit the sand.
The Kessel warriors charge him with their spears and knives, but he deflects their blows, spinning around them, floating, ducking, twisting in a blur of brown.
He’s much too fast for them, but the warriors are relentless. If I weren’t mistaken, I’d say he’s having fun while doing this.
He pounces in the air and flips over one of warriors as she aims for his throat. Landing in a crouch, he throws a hand up and sends a cluster of warriors sailing across the beach.
“Enough!”
The man’s eyes broaden when he’s suspended in the air. He grunts as he kicks his legs, and that’s when I spot Hassha stepping onto the beach with her fingers flexing in the air to control him. Her eyes are a silvery blue as she scans him.
“Why are you here?” she demands.
“Release me,” he says through gritted teeth, “and I will gladly tell you.”
Hassha’s eyes narrow as she lowers him to the ground, but she doesn’t release him from the invisible grip. He tries shaking out of it but that only causes her to frown, her eyes to spark, and to squeeze again.
I hear his leather squelch, and he groans in pain.
“Okay, okay.” He stops fighting, panting raggedly. “Love of Vakeeli. My cousin said you were incredible, but this is the strongest power I’ve ever felt.” The man chuckles.