he was pulled into the crack. “Something’s in the ground,” Emil announced. “Not something.” Callum rolled onto his side, the wound…dear gods, the ragged hole in his chest still there, though no longer oozing blood. “The True King’s guards. The dakkai.” “The what?” Kieran held his swords. “It doesn’t matter what they are,” I said, closing my hands into fists as I tapped into the essence. “They won’t be anything for long.” Callum smirked. “And neither will you,” I warned, letting my will stretch out to summon the draken.
