A Court of Silver Flames - Sarah J. Maas Page 0,255
Crown glowed like molten iron. Briallyn ordered Koschei, “Winnow us.”
The death-lord pointed a long-fingered hand at Briallyn and Cassian. Flicked his fingers once.
And the world vanished, spinning into blackness and wind.
Nesta’s shield had become a millstone. Her sword, slick with blood, hung from her hand, a leaden, slippery weight.
Every inch of her body burned. With exhaustion, with her wounds, with the knowledge that behind that line she’d drawn in the dirt, through the archway at her back, Gwyn and Emerie were still breathing, still climbing that final piece of the Breaking to the summit.
So she’d killed the Illyrian males who squeezed through those jagged rocks. Who believed they’d find an untrained, helpless female and found death waiting for them before the archway.
Only one remained.
Some inner part of her quaked at the unseeing, battered faces. The blood running from the corpses.
Valkyrie, she whispered to herself. You are a Valkyrie, and once again, you are holding the pass. If you fall, it will be to save the friends who saved you, even when they didn’t know they were doing so.
A glance over her shoulder showed Emerie still scaling the last of the summit, so slow, but so close. Dawn neared, but … they could make it. Win this thing.
Nesta again faced the archway. Knew who she’d find.
Bellius leaned against a boulder, sword in hand, shield dangling from the other. “Impressive work for a High Fae whore.”
The male pushed off the rock of the archway, not sparing a glance at the warriors he’d let die for him. “You know, our god—the first of the Illyrians—held the ground against enemy hordes right where you’re standing.”
There wasn’t a scratch on him. No sign of exhaustion despite the climb.
Bellius smirked. “He drew a line in the dirt as well.” He nodded toward it. “Nice little touch.”
Nesta hadn’t known that tidbit of their history. But she revealed nothing. She became blood and dirt and pure determination.
“It didn’t end well for Enalius,” Bellius went on. “He died after defending this spot for three days. Climbed with his guts hanging out to the sacred stone at the top and died there. It’s why we do this stupid thing. To honor him.”
She still didn’t speak. But Bellius’s eyes drifted to the peak above. Displeasure narrowed them. “My crippled cunt of a cousin and that half-breed disgrace this sacred place.”
A flutter of light from the summit washed over Bellius’s features.
Nesta’s lips curled. Widened into a smile at Bellius’s growl.
Gwyn and Emerie had touched the sacred stone and been winnowed away by its magic.
“Seems like you didn’t win,” Nesta said to Bellius at last.
Hatred darkened Bellius’s glassy eyes. As if in answer, snow began falling, great clouds twining around the mountain. Rumbling. The snow clung to the rocks this time.
“I never wanted to win.” Bellius’s mouth twitched upward. “I just wanted this.”
He launched at her.
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Emerie and Gwyn had won. They’d made it through the Breaking. It was enough.
Nesta only had to hold this asshole off for a few more minutes—until dawn. Then it’d be over. Her power would return, and she could … Nesta didn’t know what she’d do. But at least she’d have that weapon.
Bellius lunged, swifter and surer than the others.
Nesta barely had time to lift her shield. The impact shook her to her bones, but he was already pivoting, his own shield swinging for her face—
She twirled out of range. Gods, she was tired. So, so tired, and—
He didn’t stop. Didn’t give her a moment’s reprieve as he attacked, parrying and thrusting, driving her back toward the line, the archway. Hatred burning in his face.
Such blind, driving hatred. Without reason. Without end.
The snow thickened, the wind howling, and the sky rumbled. Bellius struck again, and Nesta lifted her shield, meeting the blow.
Lightning flashed, thunder booming in its wake.
A storm had swept around the mountain, veiling the moon, the stars. Only the lightning arcing across the sky provided illumination to Bellius’s onslaught.
She was on the defensive, and if she wanted to survive this, she had to find some way to change that—
But the snow slickened the stones, the dirt, and as lightning lashed across the sky again, blinding them both, he thought faster. Acted faster.
Used her blink to slam his shield into her own, knocking it from her grip.
It clattered onto a stone nearby. Her fool’s look toward it had him knocking the sword from her hand, too.
Disarmed like a novice.
Thunder cracked again, and Bellius laughed. “Disappointing.” He paused, surveying her. And smiled before he attacked once more.