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“Don’t you fucking dare tell me to stay behind and not join you in this fight.”
Daxton bit his lip, and I swear if the threat of the wilt was not at our backs, I would have blackened his eye for even allowing this thought to enter his mind.
“Dax!”
“I’m not telling you what to do, Skylar. I’m asking you to just—”
“I can hold my own, Daxton."
“Would you breathe and take a moment to listen to me?” Daxton shouted, shaking his head. “Gods above. I’m asking you to cover the interior before meeting us at the ward. With your healing gifts, you can tend to those who’ve been wounded while destroying any creatures already in the city.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?” Daxton repeated. “Nothing else, Spitfire?”
“For the moment,no.”
“You never cease to surprise me,” he said, leaning in to kiss me before I could muster a rebuttal. “I would never dream of keeping you out of the fight. My mate is strong enough to take on the trials and win. You can do anything.”
“Good thing you’re as wise as you are handsome.”
“Fortunate indeed,” he said, stealing another kiss.
“Where can I help fight?” Shaw asked.
“We’ve never fought alongside a shifter who could change into their animal form. This should be fun,” Adohan said.
“Shaw is capable of holding his own on the front lines,” I said.
“Very well.” Daxton nodded, allowing me to give direction to my beta.
“Stay near the outer border with Daxton and Adohan,” I said to Shaw. “You can work between me and them, filling in the gaps where needed.”
“Easy enough,” Shaw said, rolling his shoulders as his magic flickered and began to swirl around him.
Adohan came to my mate’s side after kissing Idris and Ember’s brow.
“I’ll teleport us to the wards,” Daxton said.
“All right. Astro, send word that those remaining who can fight should meet at the border, and those who cannot, gather here at our stronghold,” Adohan instructed.
Then, in a flash of silver, Dax and Adohan were gone, leaving the rest of us to begin preparing for theattack.
Chapter Fifty-One
Skylar Cathal
“Astro,” Idris called out, her eyes never leaving Ember as she spoke. “Take Shaw to the armory.”
“Yes, Mother. Right away.”
“And Astro,” Idris added, “grab my knives and spear.”
Astro froze in the arched doorway of tan and red sandstone, the intricate swirls of wind etched into the frame mirroring his bewildered expression.
“Mother?”
“You heard me. And do not argue. You know better.”
