“Veya, no! Don’t leave! I need you!” Tate cried out as he watched his sister break away from their magical attack on the Dèanadair and begin a heated run through the Kierre shrine toward the altar. Without Nevaeh, he felt the influence of energy weaken, even as his mother’s worried face shot over to his; she felt it too.
They were screwed.
Tate understood why she left. His heart splintered as well when he saw little Cian’s writhing body splayed out on the stone slab, seeping blood at the base of the silver dagger mounted in his back. But he didn’t know if he could hold Samyaza with only his mother. He needed the full force of the Qui dat Pacem’s power.
As Tate growled at the gloating face of Jonnach standing over the altar, he noticed the blustering of magic and wind explode behind hi
