Falling Blind: The Sentinel Wars (41 page)

The demon saw what she saw. She felt his awareness spark. He turned just in time to block the attack from his servant. The pale man’s wrist snapped audibly as it was bent down. The tip of the dagger dug into his forearm. Raygh’s anger was so powerful, she felt it blow back against her like hot, rotten breath.

But he was distracted now. Busy.

Rory shoved every scrap of willpower and strength she had at the demon’s presence in her mind, trapping it within a glowing bubble the way Ronan had done. The cage only lasted for a split second, but it was enough to break his hold on her.

She let go of the power holding Cain against his will. He hit the floor, landing on his feet. His sword came up in a powerful arc, slicing the demon’s chest open from stomach to chin. On the downswing, Raygh threw the man who’d tried to stab him in the way. Cain’s sword went right through him before he could slow or stop.

Rory felt his horror at what he’d done, his fury at the creature that had caused him to harm someone who’d tried to help.

Raygh tossed the pale man at Cain, knocking him off balance. He regained his footing and charged. An enraged bellow echoed off the cave walls.

She felt the demon gather his power, bursting free of the glowing bubble to take over her body once again. She fought back, screaming as pain sliced through her skull. The visions flowing into her from the monsters surrounding them grew brighter, more vivid. One part of her saw a mass of creatures swarming toward the man with the dagger. He was bleeding badly, struggling to swat them away.

Rory wanted to help, but she couldn’t move. Raygh had regained control of her limbs, locking her in place. She tried to fight him off, but she was so tired. Weak. Her heart was skipping beats, jerking around in her chest as if trying to break free.

That’s when she realized what was happening. Raygh was bleeding out, dying. And Rory was going to die right along with him.

“No!” screamed Cain. His desperation reverberated in her ears and inside her thoughts. He knew what was happening. She felt the dark knowledge seep into him, making him hesitate.

If Cain killed the demon, he would kill her as well.

Chapter 31

R
onan crouched in a small corner of his mind, waiting to strike at the demon that controlled his body. It had ravaged him, fighting the chains and tape that bound him until blood flowed freely from his broken skin.

Ronan couldn’t even muster the control he needed to heal himself. The demon didn’t care if he lived or died, it only cared about freeing his body to use as it willed.

As Ronan waited, feeling his body weaken drop after drop, he felt a sudden change. A flickering break in the demon’s control.

Without hesitation, Ronan sprang from where he waited, forcing his consciousness to swell and surge so there would be no room left for the demon.

It realized what had happened and fought back, snarling for control. Ronan wasn’t going to get another chance. He was too weak to do this again, and now the demon knew he was lying in wait. If Ronan was to be free, now was his chance.

His cells burned as he ripped power from them. His muscles trembled as they shrank. The tape binding him loosened as he turned his tissue into fuel, growing skinny and frail.

For a fleeting second, he felt Rory’s presence, recognizing her fighting spirit instantly. He’d had her blood. The demon inhabited both of them. They shared a space, linked together in a way Ronan had no time to understand. He simply accepted her presence as fact.

The demon was powerful, but its strength was fading. Something had happened. It was dying.

And it was going to take both Ronan and Rory with it.

No. He refused to allow that. His people needed Rory to survive and provide them with sustenance. One fewer Sanguinar left to feed was no tragedy. One fewer female Theronai left to feed his kind—left to bear children whose blood was strong—was.

As starvation ravaged his body, he knew what he had to do. He wouldn’t let his kind suffer as he did now, fighting back hopelessness, pain and despair. She and her future children were the key to Sanguinar survival. She had to live, no matter what.

Strengthened by his decision, Ronan did the only thing he could think to do. He found the lingering, weakened presence of the demon in her mind and pulled it from her. It fought his hold, but was no match for a Sanguinar with nothing to lose.

We’ll die together,
he whispered to the creature.
And I will torture you for eternity.

*   *   *

Cain felt it the moment Ronan had freed Rory from the demon’s hold. He didn’t understand how Ronan had done it, but there was no time to figure it out now. Later, he would ask Ronan. And thank him. Whatever blood he needed, Cain would give him. He deserved no less.

Assuming he survived.

If Ronan was tied to the demon in the same way Rory had been, then chances were killing it would kill him as well.

Sadly, there was no choice. Rory’s life was at stake as long as the demon lived, and Cain’s vow forced his hand. He could, however, kill the beast slowly, giving Ronan time to slip away.

Cain sliced a shallow cut across the demon’s arm. The sound of scratching, chittering creatures grew louder as the scent of blood sent them into a frenzy.

A flicker of panic bursting out of Rory was the only warning Cain had of the impending attack. She sent him an image of hundreds of those small, scorpion-tailed demons skittering toward his back.

His mind spun through the options and came to rest on the only conclusion possible. The little demons weren’t poisonous. The Synestryn lord in front of him was the real danger.

Raygh lifted his hand, and the cave walls began to shudder. Rocks tumbled from the ceiling, stinging Cain’s arms and back.

If he didn’t kill the demon, it would bring the cave down on top of them. There was no more time to delay and give the Sanguinar time to escape.

I’m sorry, Ronan.

The mass of scorpion-tailed demons swarmed over Cain’s back. Their barbs dug into his skin, shoving their way right through his leather. He ignored them and adjusted his swing for the additional weight riding his body.

Raygh cowered back in his stone throne, slipping on his blood as he saw Cain’s intent. There was nowhere for the demon to run. At least that’s what Cain had thought.

The demon lifted from his seat, rising steadily out of reach. Cain jumped onto the throne, but the added weight of the small demons threw him off balance. He slipped in the blood and began to fall, the stone floor of the cave and hungry mass of demons waiting for him.

Something stopped his fall. Rory. He felt her presence caress him as she batted away the demons with a sharp gust of wind. She buoyed him up, lifting him until he was within striking distance.

He had no leverage inside her invisible grip, but she was so firmly fixed in his mind, she acknowledged the problem in an instant, giving him a solid surface on which to stand. He didn’t know how far out his temporary floor expanded, but he trusted her to give him what he needed.

A bolt of fire shot from Raygh’s fingers, searing along Cain’s ribs. He held his cry of pain behind clenched teeth and swung for the demon’s neck. It couldn’t move out of the way. It was trapped against a rock jutting from the ceiling. Instead, it dropped out of sight.

Cain dove after it, knowing he couldn’t let it get away. As he fell, he caught sight of the floor below. Hundreds of Synestryn lined the floor, waiting to pounce as he hit the ground. Rory stood near the man who’d dared attack Raygh, holding the creatures back with a brilliant circle of fire.

As she split her attention to slow his fall, the flames sputtered and a few demons leaked through.

Let me go,
he told her.
Protect yourself.

Little busy. Mind your own damn business.

Raygh hit the floor running. Cain was right on its tail, but not close enough. The demon reached a passageway—the one leading out—and put its scaly blue hands on the walls. The cave shook and more rock spilled down.

A wall of demons blocked Cain from his target. The scent of his blood had them nipping at his heels. They hadn’t hit him from behind only because Rory was there, shielding his back.

He cut through them, shoving his way forward. A couple managed to get through his defenses, but there was nothing he could do to stop them. Poison entered his blood, slowing him down. It hadn’t sapped his strength yet, but it would. Soon.

Before that could happen, he threw everything he had into reaching the Synestryn lord. The rumble of the walls, crash of falling rock, and screams of crushed demons was deafening. Raygh slumped in the opening, but the twisted sneer of determination on its monstrous face made it clear that it was going to pull the cave down on them, even if it had to die to make it happen.

Cain shouldered a larger demon out of the way, taking a deep bite in the bargain. His right arm cracked and went instantly numb. He grabbed up his sword in his left hand and used every bit of his strength to lunge forward.

The tip of his sword went right through Raygh’s throat. A hard pivot to the side and its spinal cord was severed. It fell to its knees. Cain finished the job, lopping off Raygh’s head completely.

The Synestryn lord was dead. Cain had stopped him from collapsing the cave. But it didn’t matter. There were too many demons left to fight. He was poisoned, fading fast. His right arm was broken. He couldn’t possibly fight them all. And neither could Rory.

They were all going to die down here and share Raygh’s tomb.

Chapter 32

S
o this was how it ended.

Rory wasn’t one to give up, but she knew overwhelming odds when she saw them—especially when she saw them from so many angles. Cain’s assessment reverberated in her mind, agreeing with her own. He couldn’t see a way out, either.

He was in bad shape. He could barely fight. She was struggling to keep the demons off of him and keep them away from her. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold up the flow of magic. As it was, she was shaking and having trouble breathing. And that weakness he’d warned her about? It was here, crushing her under a mountain of sudden exhaustion.

Maybe if he touched her—if the two halves of the luceria connected—she could find the strength to carry them out. It was worth a shot.

Cain was nearer the exit, and the flames surrounding her and the dying man were flickering out.

“Hold on,” she told him. “I’m going to get you outside.”

“No. Can’t go. The sun. I always wanted to see the sun.”

Right. She’d almost forgot he was one of the Synestryn, unable to stand sunlight.

“What can I do?” she asked, her desperation obvious even to her own ears.

“My son. His mother. I put them here.” He touched her head, giving her an image of where Ella and Ethan were stashed. “Save them.”

“I’ll try,” she said, and as she spoke, the vision of her face—the one coming from him—winked out.

He was dead.

The weight of the promise she’d made to him bowed her shoulders. She didn’t know how she was going to manage to save them, much less herself, but she wasn’t going to give up yet. Not when there was still time to fight for survival.

Rory lifted herself up out of the ring of fire, letting it die down. She stood on a disk of solidified air, hoping she didn’t fall off into the black sea of teeth and claws. As she moved, she saw herself from hundreds of eyes. A single ray of sunlight bounced off her pink hair.

Hope filled her up. If there was sunlight, there was a way out. All she had to do was find it. And yet not one of the demons dared look in that direction. She couldn’t use their eyes. She had to find a way to take control of her own.

A pulse of power spilled into her, an offering from Cain. She clasped on to it, struggling to use it to do her will. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not force even one of the demons to look toward the sunlight so she could see where to punch through.

Cain was safe inside a dome of protection, but the poison was acting fast, stealing his strength. Hers was fading with his, their connection vibrating under the strain. He couldn’t open his eyes. She couldn’t use him to see, either.

Rory turned her head in the right direction, but the flood of visions was too dense, blinding her. She focused Cain’s power into a wedge, hoping to shove all the other sights aside.

A flash of light filled her eyes. Her real eyes. The beam was shining directly on her face, giving her a tiny glimpse of the rising sun. Brilliant golds and oranges flowed through the tiny crack. Freedom was so close, she could feel its heat, but the opening was way too small for her and Cain to fit through.

I always wanted to see the sun.

That man or demon or whatever he was had given his life in an effort to save them. She wished now that he’d lived long enough for her to show him this beautiful sight.

He was gone, cursed to eternal darkness, but she could show all of those demons what she saw. Maybe she could scare them away.

A flare of hope lit inside of Cain. He was still with her, feeding her the power she needed to stay aloft.

Show them. Show
me
. Show me the sun.

Rory gathered Cain’s strength into herself, and concentrated on making one single demon see what she saw. At first she wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but then her target below began to scream a high, painful cry. It ran in stark terror, slamming so hard into the wall that it went still.

That was it. She’d done it. Now all she had to do was do that again about two hundred times.

She wasn’t sure she could do it, but she was sure she was going to try. The thrill of the challenge strengthened her. Cain felt it, too, offering her silent encouragement and complete trust. He truly thought she could do this. His faith in her did not waver in the slightest.

She’d witnessed it before when he’d leapt after the falling demon, trusting her to catch him. She hadn’t had time to marvel over it then, but she couldn’t help but do so now. He didn’t see her as weak or helpless. He didn’t see her as someone who needed to be saved. He saw her as an equal. A partner. To him, she was not broken, but whole and solid and beautiful. She
was
going to save them.