Coming to the corner of the castle, I can hear Darius barking orders at his men and running drills. Walking around the side of the building, I spot him in the center of the field. As I come up behind him, Darius looks over his shoulder at me. He folds his arms across his chest as he turns his attention back to his men, glaring out at them. The recruits appear fearful, nervously glancing at the castle roof.
I look to the roof to see what they keep staring at, only to find hundreds of Phoenixes standing on the rooftop. They watch the demons like they are prey, seemingly waiting to pick them off one by one. I gasp at the sight of them when Darius moves toward me. He jams his fingers in my ribs, making me jump.
“You should be resting,” he growls, tugging me toward him while I continue to ga
