Nathan focused on the din of thunderous shots and the echoing screams of the crowd. He gathered the noise, summoning his Breed ability to bend sound waves and either amplify or mute them. He built up the cacophony, tumbling it into a ball of sound and energy.
Lucan glanced to his son, then to Nathan, giving both warriors a nod of approval. Of solemn respect and gratitude.
Together Lucan and Darion blasted into the orb, creating deep fissures in the glowing sphere of light. Nathan gathered more sound, until the vibrating collection of energy was almost too much for him to contain.
On a roar, he let it loose.
The air rippled as the sonokinetic blast arced toward the cracked obelisk.
Lucan and Dare leapt out of the way, both warriors still shooting at the sculpture as they tumbled away just before it shattered.
Light erupted from the orb, but it lasted only an instant. The pebbled crystal of the obelisk and its crowning sphere exploded in all directions, raining down onto the reception hall floor like thousands of tiny diamonds.
Morningstar had been neutralized.
Lucan glanced at Nathan, then his son. “Good work, both of you.” His gray eyes flashed with hot amber sparks. “Now let’s go find Crowe and finish that bastard.”
29
MIRA GAPED IN ASTONISHMENT AS CROWE’S PUNCTURED throat and chest repaired themselves in a matter of instants.
Who—or what—was he?
Whatever the answer, there seemed to be no stopping him.
But that didn’t keep Kellan from trying.
He launched himself at Crowe, a full-body assault that sent both males slamming into the side of the stairwell door of the service building on the roof. The heavy steel panel crushed inward with the impact, groaning on its industrial-grade hinges.
Crowe chuckled. “Not used to being beaten by someone lesser than your own Breed, are you, warrior? That would be your mistake, assuming I was anything less than your equal.”
Kellan went at him again, throwing Crowe into the side of the rooftop building. For all the good it did. Crowe wheeled around in midair, taking Kellan with him. He thrust forward, propelling them both into a frightening tumble across the wide plain of asphalt, nearly to the edge.
“Your kind is an abomination. Bastards, born of mixed blood between the ones you called Ancients and the female halflings spawned by humans and the profane defectors of my own race. The Breed does not deserve to inhabit this planet, no more than the humans do. Your Ancient forebears thought they’d defeated us when they drove us from our own world, down to this crude rock. They thought they’d won again when they hunted us here and destroyed our perfect Atlantis, forcing our queen into exile. But we’ve only been waiting for our chance to rise again. We will have it, and soon. The wheels are already in motion.”
Mira listened as she scrambled for a way to help Kellan defeat Crowe. She’d heard the theories over the past couple of decades that Breedmates like her were the offspring of an immortal race who’d built a civilization human legends would eventually call Atlantis. Jenna’s journals back at the Order’s headquarters archives were filled with entries about that stunning probability. But no one had ever knowingly been face-to-face with an Atlantean until now.
The things Crowe was saying, the revelation that his kind had not only survived the destruction of Atlantis but were flourishing in secret, plotting their own war, was astonishing. It was terrifying. The prospect of war with another immortal race put a marrow-deep shiver in Mira’s bones.
But her more immediate concern was keeping Kellan alive.
Her blades were of no help in slowing Crowe down, so Mira grabbed for her pistol. She knew bullets were hardly a sure thing in this fight either, but it was all she had.
If only she could find a clear shot.
Kellan and Crowe fought hand to hand, alternating between bone-crushing fists and violent body slams. They moved so fast, each gifted with a speed that was nothing close to human, Mira could hardly track them, let alone get a decent opportunity to fire on Crowe. She couldn’t risk hitting Kellan. She’d seen him shot already today. She didn’t have the heart to be the one pulling the trigger if he was in her line of fire.
After several aborted aims, she realized there was nothing for her to do but join in the fray.
She jumped on Crowe, tried to get her gun flush and steady against his head. One bullet into his head hadn’t slowed him down, but she was prepared to squeeze off the entire magazine if he’d hold still long enough for her to attempt it.
She didn’t get the chance to pull the trigger.
Crowe reared back and threw her off. He dropped his hold on Kellan, shifting around to face her as she fell to the rough asphalt of the rooftop and her gun clattered out of her grasp. Crowe fumed now, his features seeming to tighten across the bones of his face.