The Warrior King (Inferno Rising #3) - Abigail Owen Page 0,114

What do you need?”

Thank the gods.

Meira must’ve contacted her sister. Having experienced Skylar’s own particular brand of teleportation, he knew exactly how Ladon and his people had arrived. Via the strangest mode of long-distance teleportation he’d ever experienced.

Samael held his position, despite a wish to join the blue king. He’d have time for relief later.

“Come to us,” he relayed back. Then sent the thought out to his people. “Regroup on the mountain. We have reinforcements.”

A crack of lightning splintered the rock in front of him, close enough that electricity hit his body, shocking his system into paralysis, sending debris straight at him and drowning out any shouts of triumph his men might have sounded. Or perhaps he’d lost his hearing altogether, thanks to the deafening, sizzling boom of immediate thunder.

All Samael knew was the mountain was coming up at him fast, and he couldn’t make his body move.

Chapter Twenty-One

Rocks tumbled down over the lip of the mountain above to scatter like roaches on the floor of the hangar.

When none struck her, Meira slowly lowered her arms to find Maul suddenly standing over her, protecting her from the fall of rock. From underneath his big head, her gaze zeroed in on the black dragon that plummeted through the air, passing through dense patches of cloud before reappearing, a limp heap of wings and tail.

Samael. She knew it. That lightning strike had come down on top of him.

“He’s not stopping himself.” Even dragons couldn’t withstand the effects of impact with the ground from a great height. “Maul!”

Immediately, the hellhound disappeared, and she watched as, in slow motion the mountain rushed up at Sam’s body, still limp as he plummeted.

She couldn’t track Maul’s progress as he made his short teleportation hops closer and closer to Sam. What the hound could do against a dragon’s bulk and momentum, she had no idea. But they had to try.

“Where are you, Maul?” she whispered to herself, trying not to give in to terror for her mate.

In that instant, the form of a dark-gray dragon, wings tucked in close to his body, shot through the clouds above Samael, as though trying to get to him.

The king.

Was he trying to save Samael…or kill him? She couldn’t forget that bloodlust she’d felt from the king before he’d taken off.

“Please,” she whispered, urging Maul to hurry.

Suddenly, too fast for her to see what happened, especially through the thick clouds, Samael’s body disappeared. One second there, the next gone.

The gray dragon pulled up, flapping its wings to hover and craning its neck to search.

With no sound or warning, Maul appeared beside her with Samael. Sides heaving, the black dragon stood on all fours at least, but his head hung between his shoulders, the spikes on his back arching out like a rainbow of death, glittering columns of obsidian glass.

Samael gave his head a shake, then another. Then lifted his head and shot a stream of black flame straight up until it reached the high ceiling, curling back in on itself as it hit rock. Then, just as quickly, he cut the flame off, leaving jarring silence in his wake.

Another shake of his head, and he looked at Meira. “Say something out loud.”

“Were you struck by the lightning?”

He shook his head again. “Fuck. I can’t hear a damn thing.”

Before she could respond, a cry rose up from the dragons all over the mountain. A funnel of blue dragons pierced the clouds, swirling them out of their way as they descended in a whirling vortex of death and fire. White and green dragons scattered in their wake—not fleeing, being pushed back.

Samael spread his wings, obviously deciding he needed to meet his allies, hearing gone or not. Without a damn word to her.

“Samael—”

His muscles bunched, scales rippling, but he paused, though he didn’t turn.

“Gorgon knows.”

That got him to swing his slender, spiked head in her direction, blinking at her. Had he heard the words? She repeated them, making the motion of her mouth succinct. Another blink and he nodded and took off, quickly growing smaller as he flew out from the mountain to meet Ladon and his people.

Numbers evened out, the white and green dragons should be retreating, but she didn’t see that happening. If anything, they were doubling their efforts, turning into a frenzy of desperation.

Why? Their behavior didn’t make any sense—

“No!” Meira shouted as motion caught her attention.

A wave of red rose out of the clouds cresting up and over the blue dragons as they descended to the mountain and a rallying