Wake up, she willed Ruhn. Wake the fuck up and rip these shitheads apart.
“What do you want?” she asked again.
“The Prince of the Pit sent us.”
Her blood chilled. “You don’t serve him. I doubt your king would be happy about it.”
“We bear his message nonetheless.”
“Put Prince Ruhn down and we can talk.”
“And have you use the star on us? We think not.”
She pivoted, trying to keep them all in her sights. Ruhn might survive being dumped in the river, but there were limits. How long could a Vanir who’d made the Drop go without oxygen? Or would it be a torturous process of drowning, healing, and drowning again, until even their immortal strength was spent and they finally died?
She didn’t want to find out.
“What’s your message?” she demanded.
“Apollion, Prince of the Pit, is ready to strike.”
Her blood iced over to hear the name spoken aloud. “He’s going to launch a war?” Aidas had said something like that yesterday, but he’d indicated that the armies would be for her. She’d thought he meant to help in whatever insanity Hel had planned.
The Prince of the Pit wants a worthy opponent this time. One who will not break so easily, as Prince Pelias did so long ago. He insists on facing you, Starborn, at your full power.”
Bryce barked a laugh. “Tell him I was literally on my way to training before you half-lives interrupted me.” But her bones quaked to say it, to think about who they represented. “Tell him you just knocked out my tutor.”
“Train harder. Train better. He is waiting.”
“Thanks for the pep talk.”
“Your disrespect is not appreciated.”
“Yeah, well, your kidnapping my brother is definitely not appreciated.”
They seethed with ire and Bryce cringed. “The Prince of the Pit already hunts through the Bone Quarter’s mists to find the other one who might be his worthy opponent … or his greatest weapon.”
Bryce opened her mouth, but shut it before she could blurt Emile? But fuck—Apollion was hunting for the kid, too? Was the Bone Quarter what Danika had meant after all? Her mind raced, plan after plan spreading out, then she said, “I’m surprised the Under-King lets Apollion wander around his territory unchecked.”
“Even the caretakers of the dead bow to the Prince of the Pit.”
Bryce’s heart sank. Emile was in the Bone Quarter. Or at least Apollion thought so. What the fuck had Danika been thinking, telling Sofie it was safe there?
Before Bryce could ask more, the Reapers said as one, “You sold your soul away, Bryce Quinlan. When it is your time, we shall come to rip it to shreds.”
“It’s a date.” She had to find some way to grab Ruhn, to be faster, smarter than them— “Perhaps we shall have a taste of you now.” They surged forward.
Bryce flared her light, falling against the curved wall of the tunnel. Water lapped over the edge of the walkway, spilling toward her neon-pink sneakers.
The Reapers exploded back, but despite their threats, kept Ruhn between them. So Bryce rallied that power inside her, let it crest in a blink, and then— Another blast. Not from her, but somewhere else. A blast of pure night.
One moment a Reaper stood close to her. Then it was gone. Vanished into nothing. The others screeched, but— Bryce shouted as Cormac appeared out of nothing, hovering over the river, arms around another Reaper—and vanished once more.
Again, he appeared. Again, he took another Reaper with him and vanished.
What was already dead could not be killed. But they could be … removed. Or whatever the fuck he was doing.
Cormac appeared again, blond hair shining, and yelled, “USE THE FUCKING LIGHT!”
She caught the direction of his stare: Ruhn. The Reapers who still held him aloft.
Bryce punched out her power, flaring bright as a supernova. The Reapers screamed and made good on their threat, hurling Ruhn toward the raging water— Cormac caught Ruhn before he hit the frothing surface. Vanished again.
The Reapers whirled, screeching and hissing. Bryce flared her light anew, and they scattered into the darkest shadows.
Then Cormac returned, and tossed something to her—the Starsword. He must have taken it from Ruhn. Bryce didn’t stop to think as she unsheathed it. Starlight erupted from the black blade. Like its metal had been kindled with iridescent fire.
A Reaper lunged, and Bryce swept the sword up, a blind, unwieldy block that she knew would have horrified Randall.
But blade met cloth and rotting flesh and ancient bone. And for the first time, perhaps the only time in that world, a Reaper bled.