She felt enormous pressure building inside her, then a searing, ripping pain. Seconds later, it happened again, and this time, something slimy slid against her thighs onto the ground between her ankles.
Tori didn"t look at it. She couldn"t bear to see what it was that had been growing inside her for so long. It was gone now, and that was all that mattered.
The relief from the pain made her dizzy. She started to fall over and didn"t bother to stop herself. She was out of strength and simply couldn"t find enough energy to care what happened to her anymore.
Angus moved fast, thrusting himself in front of Gilda.
His heart bled anguish for his daughter. Even as his blade moved, he wondered what he could have done differently that would have proved his love to her.
He"d failed her as a father. Completely. Utterly. His sweet baby girl didn"t even believe he loved her. How could he have been so blind to her needs?
Tears threatened to blur his vision. He blinked them away madly, using every bit of grief and remorse he felt to fuel his strength.
Power flowed out of him, but he couldn"t tell what Gilda was doing with it. Seconds later, he saw Maura floating through the air, fighting and spitting and clawing at a nearly invisible fist of air around her middle.
Gilda wasn"t letting their baby goa"not after she"d nearly gotten Maura to listen.
He couldn"t agree more.
As soon as Maura pa.s.sed overhead he felt the ground tremble and shards of rock burst from below, blocking off the seemingly unending ma.s.s of Synestryn.
He finished off the last three beasts on this side of the barrier, turning toward his girls before the last creature to die had even finished twitching.
Gilda grabbed Maura by one ankle and pulled her to the ground. "You"re coming home and that"s final."
Maura screamed in outrage, stomping her dainty foot.
Behind them came the loud crash of metal on stone. The demons were battling their way through the spikes.
"Time to go," he said, urging Gilda along.
They hurried down the hall toward the cavern they pa.s.sed on their way in. Angus kept a careful lookout behind them, making sure none of those things broke through. With any luck, the other Sentinels would have left one of the vehicles behind for them to use. If not, they"d have to call for a pickup. With all the magic Gilda had been slinging around, he didn"t think she"d be up to any kind of portals, even with the restrengthening of their bond.
He"d have to make sure Maura was restrained enough to keep her from touching anyone on the way home. Gilda may have been able to combat whatever it was she"d done, but he wasn"t convinced someone else would have the skill and power to do so.
He owed it to Maura to make sure she didn"t kill anyone else and add to the guilt his little girl already carried around. She"d made so many bad decisions. It was going to take her a long time to forgive herself as it was, a.s.suming she ever could.
They"d find a way to help her. He wasn"t sure how, but he"d give his last breath if it meant Maura would see how much she was loved, how valuable and precious she was to him.
Gilda was dragging Maura along. Angus wanted to help, but he was afraid it would complicate things if he touched her, so he left it to Gilda to control their daughter.
She"d just walked into the cavern when she came to a dead stop. A heavy wave of fear crashed out of her through their link, driving the breath from Angus"s body.
He came up behind her, searching for the threat, following her gaze.
At least fifty of those too-human-looking, furless, sword-wielding Synestryn stood in formation, blocking the exit.
There was another tunnel on the far side of the chamber, but it, too, was blocked by at least another twenty guards.
Behind them, the pounding against rock stopped, and Angus heard the sound of hungry Synestryn growing louder. They"d broken through Gilda"s stone barrier.
His family was surrounded, cut off from escape.
Only years of experience with hopeless situations allowed him not to panic. They"d find a way to get out of this somehow.
"There"s no way out," said Maura. "Proof that no matter what you do, the future remains the same. Tonight you die."
Chapter 27.
Madoc saw Nika hit the wall and nearly lost it. He bellowed in rage, speeding his attacks, cutting his way through Synestryn to get to her. As his body moved, his mind screamed at her to wake up. Get up.
He pushed power through their link, trying to give her what she needed to get back on her feet and protect herself.
One of the hairless things swung a blade at Madoc"s head and he felt a sting burn along his scalp. The thing had scored a hit, and now Madoc had blood running into his eyes.
He couldn"t take the time to wipe it away. Instead, he funneled his rage at the thing and lopped off the hand holding the sword.
The thing fell back, spewing blood, and a pile of furry, clawed demons fell on it, devouring it in seconds.
There was no time to celebrate. There were more things attacking him, trying to maneuver him away from the wall so they could get to his back.
Not going to happen. Madoc had to take the long way around to get to Nika or he wasn"t going to get to her at all.
In fact, from the looks of things, Madoc wasn"t sure any of them were going to make it out of this alive.
Gilda had no idea how they were going to find a way out. Maybe if they offered to trade Maura for their lives, they would be allowed to leave, but Gilda wasn"t willing to use her daughter as currency. She was too precious for that.
Before the Synestryn could close in, Gilda surrounded the three of them with a ring of flame, giving her time to think.
They needed to go up. It was the only way not blocked. It was also incredibly difficult to break through the ceiling of a cave without killing them all in the process. Gilda wasn"t sure she had enough strength left to do it, but she wasn"t seeing any other options.
"Hold on," she said, then packed a solid disk of air under them and lifted them toward the ceiling of the cave.
The acrid smell of smoke still hovered up here, but there was no help for that now. She needed every bit of strength to bash through the ceiling of the cave and get them out.
Gilda found what she hoped was a weak spot about ten feet to the left and battered it with a blast of energy.
Rocks spilled down. A crack formed along the ceiling. Gilda aimed for that crack and punched at it again.
The crack opened and huge chunks of rocks rained down on them. She pulled more power from Angus, hearing him groan at the strain, but she couldn"t be gentle right now. She had to shield them from the cascade of stone.
Tons of rock battered the shield she"d thrown up, weakening her. Angus"s warm hand cradled her neck, aiding her efforts. She felt him trying to help hera"pushing as much energy into her as he could.
It wasn"t enough. She couldn"t keep them afloat. The weight drove them down onto the pile of rock that had already formed beneath them.
Synestryn that weren"t crushed began to scurry up the sides of the mound to get to them.
Gilda reinforced the shield over them and bashed again at the ceiling, frantic to punch her way through so they could get out.
They"d been deeper than she thought. There was too much earth overhead. Weight bore down on her shield, growing by the second. Rocks covered them, roaring as they tumbled down. She didn"t have enough strength to spare to fuel her eyesight, so blackness closed in on her.
The rumble stopped and the weight on top of them no longer increased, but Gilda was weakening. "I"m not going to be able to hold this for long," she rasped out.
"Try to push us free."
Gilda sucked in more power, but it did no good. She couldn"t lift so much weight.
She"d trapped them. Killed them.
"No," said Angus. "We were dead inside this cave. You had to try something."
"I wasn"t dead," said Maura. There was no venom in her tone, only acceptance. "At least I"m not going to die alone. I"d always wondered about that."
She wasn"t going to die at all. Gilda refused to be the cause of her baby girl"s death.
Angus slid inside her mind, his strong, solid presence giving her strength. He knew what she was going to do. "You must," he whispered. "She deserves a chance to do the right thing, to redeem herself."
She felt his breath on her cheek. His lips brushed hers in a soft kiss.
"We love you, Maura," said Gilda. "You"re a good girl. You"re going to grow into a good woman."
"Right," said Maura, scoffing, but her voice cut off and she sucked in a startled breath.
Gilda found the vow her baby had given her so many years ago tucked in her memories. She pulled it up, playing it in her mind as she had so often. She could see the tears of grief staining her dress, the way her daughters" chubby arms clung to her, trying desperately to give comfort. She heard herself demand their promise never to grow up, cursing herself again at her selfishness.
No more. She was through with selfishness.
"My death will release you from your vow," said Gilda as she channeled power into that memory, highlighting it.
She hadn"t been sure whether this would work, but she felt something shifta"changea"inside her. She wasn"t exactly sure what would happen now, but she knew she wouldn"t be around to see it.
She felt a trickle of blood leaking from her nose. Her eyes burned as if they"d been set on fire.
She"d used a lot of power. Angus was gathering more into his body through the stones, but it wasn"t fast enough to replenish what she"d taken.
There was just enough left to teleport one of them out. Maura.
I love you, she whispered to Angus"s mind.
And I love you, she heard him reply, so deeply a part of her she knew they"d never again be separated. He kissed her cheek, letting her feel how proud he was of her, how honored and blessed he felt to have been her husband. How lucky he felt that she"d been his wife.
Gilda found his hand and squeezed it. She drew on her husband"s power for the very last time, opened a rift in s.p.a.ce, and shoved Maura through, out of harm"s way.
The shield holding the weight of the rocks no longer had enough magic to fuel it. It failed and tons of stone came crashing down on top of them.
The last thing she felt was her husband"s love and the vow her babies had given her shatter into oblivion.
Nika felt a sense of futility coming from Madoc, along with a pounding rage and desperation to reach her side. That was what got her back onto her feet. If he didn"t see she was okay, he was going to get himself killed.
She loved him too much to let him die before they had a chance to build a life together.
She let that love flow into him, rea.s.suring him she was okay.
It was only partly a lie. Her head was throbbing and her vision was still a bit wonky, but at least she was still alive.
Tynan, on the other hand, didn"t look nearly as good.
Zillah stopped shaking him and tossed him aside. Tynan didn"t move.
Nika had thought to go to him and see if she could revive him when she saw Zillah lean down over Tori.
Nika blinked several times, trying to clear her vision. She channeled some power to her eyes, hoping it would help, and everything came into instant focus.
Tori was slumped on her side, but breathing. Zillah bent down and lifted something small in his hands.
A baby. Tori had given birth.
The cord was still attached. The baby boy looked normal, but he wasn"t crying. He wasn"t moving. His chest didn"t vibrate with his pulse or rise with his breath.
A cry of rage and anguish roared out of Zillah and he jerked Tori upright, shaking her. Tori"s eyes fluttered open and she tried to shrink back away from him.
"You," he snarled. "This was your fault. You wanted him to die. You killed him." Zillah lifted his hand to strike Tori.
Fear gripped Nika hard, and she did the only thing she could think to do. She shed her body and shoved her consciousness inside his, taking control of Zillah"s striking fist.
The writhing, fetid evil of his mind choked Nika, sucking all that was good and pure from her. She fought it, trying to remember who she was and what she stood for, but being here, surrounded by evil, she found it so easy to forget there was good in the world.
She wanted to rip things apart, to pound them into piles of blood and bone. She wanted to scream in rage and lash out at anything that dared to move while in her presence.
Nika couldn"t fight this much evil, so she stopped trying. She gave in to the need to kill and forced Zillah"s body to obey. She turned him toward his troops and gave him the order to kill.
A cold, sharp pain gripped her mind, fighting for control. Zillah wasn"t going to let her win so easily.
She felt him struggle just to move his eyes; then a moment later, Madoc was in his sights.
If she was going to make him kill, Madoc was going to be the target.
Nika tried to regain control. She tried to refocus him back on his demons, but he was too strong.
She called out a warning to Madoc, but Zillah caught it before it could get free and crushed the thought with a small, token effort.
It was then that Nika realized her mistake. This was what Zillah had wanted all along. He had none of her blood inside him, giving her control.