Enva’s words came back to me and I wondered if it was true that Nysa, deep down, didn’t want to fight me and just wanted this all to end. She hadn’t attacked me so far, and she hadn’t killed my mates. Maybe it was true. Maybe I could find a way to break through to her and convince her to stop.
I pressed a kiss to my father’s burnt forehead and whispered, “I love you too.” Then I pulled my sword from his chest and turned to face my mother.
Nysa stomped out of the rubble and shook it off, her tail whipping about her and her wings raised. Shadows clung to her black scales and her eyes glowed like the shades outside. She looked like she was about to tear the entire world down.
I moved in front of her, my sword at my side, and yelled, “Mother!”
She gazed down at me like I was an insignifica
