The Rowan's Destiny (Killian Blade #3)

by Stella Brie

“Anybody who has the strength to cut off their own leaf without a parachute is welcome to join. Be very sure it’s what you want, because I’m only going to give you this one warning. If you aren’t loyal to the coven, or you attack me or mine again, I’ll kill you.”

Surprisingly, Bianca looks intrigued. “I’d like to go to war.” She laughs at the expression on my face. “I’m the best portal creator on this planet. I’ve been everywhere and nobody has ever known. Best of all, I’ve been to the light Fae queen’s palace.”

“Before you go to battle, the council wants the world to know you are protected and claimed by dragons. Until you came along, we floundered. Our time had no purpose, our king had few followers, and we were stuck in the old ways with no path forward. We’re a proud race, but we’d forgotten what it meant. You reminded us. Honor is non-negotiable. It would be our honor if you would accept and wear the Eye of the Dragon on behalf of all dragons.” Floored, I stare up at Valerian and see the pride and tears shining in his eyes. “The honor would be mine. I accept,” I state clearly.

Her nose wrinkles, and she disappears. A second later, she reappears behind Vargas and captures him with her magic. “Did you think I wouldn’t smell your demon stench?” she hisses at him. Screw the rules. I raise my hand to attack her with my magic, but I’m not fast enough. A sword appears in her hand, and she cuts off his head. Vargas’ body falls to the ground, his head falling to the side of it. She flicks Fae fire at him, and his body turns to ash.

Knowing the dagger can’t kill me because I’m not Fae, I slide in front of Meri and brace myself. Male shouts echo in the chamber. It stops an inch from my head and quivers. It whispers to me, and this time, I decide to whisper back. “Find the true enemy, the one you were born to kill.” The blade turns around to the queen, and it shoots straight into her heart. I didn’t even see it move from me to her, it was so fast.

“Do you have a solution, or are you just commenting?” she asks, her tone sharp. “Replenish the primal power supporting the sanctuaries. Let the cadres use it to help those who need it most. Foster an environment to help all supernaturals, not just those favored by the one in power,” I answer, throwing out my suggestion and knowing this is the right thing to do. “Plus, the cadres are bonded to the sanctuaries and its rules, which helps control any potential corruption or abuse of power.”

“You know, we make powerful allies,” I tease before getting serious. “We’ll be there in whatever capacity you need.” She throws her arms around me and squeezes tight. “Anyone who would jump in front of a flying knife for me definitely has my back. Thank you.” “Is that all it takes to show my loyalty? Quick, someone throw a knife at me,” Cormal states snidely. His blue eyes darken when he stares at Meri.

“In my wildest dreams, I never envisioned the path to my destiny would bring so many wonderful changes and this incredible life. All these people. The Abbey. Most of all, the five fiercest, and sexiest, warriors to call my own. I love you.”