“There’s no time to think of that now. Wallace will be here soon. The selmyr continue to test us, but we’re holding them back.”
“And Quinn’s group? How will we get them here if Fallon can no’ teleport them?”
Con grinned then. “Cassie and Elena have gone to get Britt. Quinn phoned Fallon’s mobile about thirty minutes ago. They’ll get Britt as close to the selmyr as they’re able for the girls to bring her in.”
“What about Aiden, Quinn, and Galen?”
Con’s smile faded. “It’s all up to my Kings to get them past the selmyr.”
“I’ll help.”
“You’re needed here,” Con said as Charon began to turn away. “Wait. Tell me of Ian Kerr.”
“Ian?” Charon repeated as he faced Con once more. “What do you want to know that you doona already?”
“We may know some Warriors better than others. For instance, we knew what Broc’s power was. That doesna mean we know all of you personally. Now, tell me of Ian.”
“He and his twin were taken by Deirdre. They were in Cairn Toul the same time as me. Deirdre then had Duncan killed.”
“Duncan,” Con mumbled. “So the twin is dead?”
“Aye. Ian now holds the full power of the god he and Duncan shared.”
Con bowed his head. “That’s all I need.”
The rumble of thunder sounded around them. When the thunder died, the roar of several dragons drowned out the rain. The massive, majestic bodies of the dragons glistened with water. They cut a path through the downpour before disappearing over a mountain.
Con had said Charon belonged to them. Everyone—Kings, Warriors, Druids, and mortals—were counting on him and his plan. He had to stay the course.
“Phelan, you better make it here,” he whispered.
Con began unbuttoned his shirt. He jerked it off and wadded up the wet material before tossing it aside. “He’ll be here.”
Charon caught sight of the tat on Con’s back. It was the same mix of black and red ink, but this time the dragon was lying down, its wings opened to take up the entire span of Con’s back while the dragon’s tail wrapped around Con’s hips.
“Where are you going?” Charon called out as Constantine began to walk off.
Con looked over his shoulder, a predatory look on his face. “To the skies, Charon. To the skies.”
Charon watched Con until he disappeared over the top of the mountain. Then he turned to the Warriors who stood waiting for him.
He held out his hand and watched his skin turn copper while dark copper claws extended from his fingers. Ranmond bellowed inside him, impatient for blood and death.
Wallace had done enough damage. It was time for him to die, just as Deirdre and Declan had been killed. No longer would they fear droughs.
Then Charon would help the MacLeods in their search to find the spell that would bind the gods inside them once more. Though Charon hadn’t decided if he would bind his god or not. That was a decision for another time.
Now … now it was time for battle.
The dark shape of a Warrior took to the skies. Broc spread his indigo wings and soared over Charon as he went to take his place for the battle.
Each Warrior knew what he had to do. Each was prepared to give their lives if it meant the end of Wallace.
Charon rubbed the spot on his chest where the blade had entered. It was a warning, of sorts, not that he needed it. He could detect the cloying feel of drough magic making its way toward them.
“Come on, Wallace. It’s time to die,” Charon said with a grin.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
“Slow down,” Quinn directed from the backseat. “Pull over before you get to the river.”
Aiden gripped the steering wheel tightly. He hadn’t liked the plan. Actually, it wasn’t the plan that was the problem. It was the fact that Britt would be going without him.
“Here, son,” Quinn said.
Aiden put his foot on the brake and pulled the stolen car over before the bridge. Britt looked at him, fear in her soft blue eyes.
“You’ll be fine,” he promised her. He wasn’t sure of all the details, but his father had told him everything would work out. His father had never lied to him before.
Britt leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. “I’ll see you soon?”
“Aye.” He forced a lightness into his voice he didn’t feel as a car pulled up behind them.
Galen was out of the car before the other vehicle had been put in park. Aiden watched from the rearview mirror as Galen spoke to someone on the passenger side of the car.
A moment later, Galen looked up and nodded to Aiden. Aiden pulled Britt against him for another kiss. “It’s time.”