Zara’s POV
The ground split open.
Not cracked.
Split.
A jagged line tore through the valley floor with a sound like mountains screaming. Warriors stumbled in every direction as stone buckled beneath boots and horses alike. The hovering blades around me rattled violently, some dropping, some spinning higher as my concentration fractured.
I barely kept my footing.
Greyson’s arm locked around my waist instantly.
Steady.
Always steady.
“Stay behind me,” he ordered.
“No.”
“Zara.”
“The earth is exploding. I feel my refusal is reasonable.”
Davon slid past us on one knee after nearly losing balance.
“I would like the record to show I was against this entire evening.”
Kael was already scanning the widening trench.
“That is not natural.”
“Comforting,” Davon said.
Another roar thund
