The Lore creatures in the city and swamps trembled in fear and knew of only one thing that could provoke the Valkyrie like this.
They'd felt the death of one of their own.
Dead. Sebastian knew she was dead, felt it in his entire body.
He loved her. Not compulsion. Love so strong it humbled him.
He stared down into the pit long after. How long could an immortal live in that flame? How much pain did she suffer?
What did she mean, "go back for them?"
A sudden dream washed over him. Kaderin was sprinting down a hill that was covered in bodies. He heard her ragged breaths and the warning shrieks from other Valkyrie. He experienced her roiling panic.
She fought past vampires, with dirty red eyes and grotesque snarls, desperate to get to... her sisters.
Sebastian was still caught by his trapped arm - the one he hadn't been able to sever in time - but he fell to his knees just as Kaderin had done on that battlefield all those ages ago when she witnessed her blood sisters being butchered. The shock was like a physical strike, leveling her. She heard her sisters' heads hit the stony ground. She saw the vampire - the one she'd just spared - dealing the blows...
When she shrieked, it was so loud her own ears bled. The young vampire Sebastian had seen her torturing in the dream had beheaded her sisters. Now that he'd felt her rage, her loss and guilt, he wished she'd shown even less mercy, wished he could have joined her in her retribution.
"So I can go back for them," she'd told him. Them. Triplets. Her blood sisters. She had lost them both in the space of minutes. That's what this entire ordeal had been about. Not mercenary, not ego. She wanted her family back. My God, she has trusted me with all their lives. She trusted that he could win the prize for her.
And that the key could work.
Sebastian had never dared to believe that one could go back in time. Now that belief was the only thing he had. He had to get her back. He could win this cursed thing and go back for her. Just as she'd planned.
She'd just died.
She'd just f**king died.
He couldn't see the cave she'd spoken of, but he'd trace blind into the rock if he had to. Need to lose the arm first.
Just as he decided to use his teeth, he heard footsteps.
MacRieve appeared. He studied the scene, his wasted face darkening. "What's happened here?"
Only then did Sebastian notice how much blood he'd lost from his arm. He suspected the brachial artery had been cut. Once the pressure of the boulder was removed, he'd lose more in a rush. Black spots already clouded his eyes. Did he have enough blood to lose his arm completely?
The Lykae could move the boulder. "A quake. Rocks," Sebastian told him, not daring to utter that Kaderin was gone, even if he hadn't been set on using the Lykae.
"Where's the Valkyrie?" the Lykae asked. "She ought to be here - not you."
"I'm here in her stead."
MacRieve began scanning farther into the chamber.
"You can't reach the prize," Sebastian told him. "It's across the lava, and the cable snapped."
As Sebastian had expected, he surveyed the pit, then said, "I could free you to trace me across. Then... an open contest to take it."
Don't look too eager. "I could double-cross you."
MacRieve narrowed his one eye. "No' if I've got a hold of your good arm."
Sebastian forced himself to hesitate, then said, "Do it."
The Scot crossed to the boulder and shoved at it, seeming confounded when it didn't immediately go. He muttered something that sounded like "Bloody, goddamned witches." Putting his back into it, he asked, "Where exactly are you tracing us?"
Sebastian explained, "Below the cable, there's a lava tube, a cave."
"I doona see anything," he gritted out.
"It's there. You want the prize? Then you're just going to have to trust a vampire - "
The boulder toppled over, and MacRieve grabbed his left arm. Sebastian gaped at what remained of his right arm.
"That's got tae hurt." MacRieve sneered.
"Have you looked in the mirror lately?" Sebastian snapped.
"Aye." He hauled Sebastian to his feet. "And I plan to kill you for that. After this competition. Right now, I doona have all day."
Sebastian just prevented himself from rocking on his feet. His sight was blurred. He struggled to focus on the spot she'd described. Stay sane. Fuck, did she mean forty degrees to my left?
MacRieve jostled him. "Are you even going to be able to do this - "
Sebastian traced...
Sweltering heat, steam, smoke. Solid ground beneath them. Made it. Flames with no seeming source burned erratically, but Sebastian couldn't see the blade.
Suddenly, the Scot dropped his hold on Sebastian, sprinting deeper into the cave, but Sebastian traced blindly ahead. There, on a waist-high column of rock, lay the blade, gleaming in the light of more fires and wet with steam.
Sebastian got there first, snatched it with his good hand, tensed to trace -
Like a shot, MacRieve lashed a whip, coiling the length around Sebastian's wrist. He yanked down, preventing him from tracing. "I'll be taking that now."
The bastard only had one whip. Sebastian simply transferred the blade to his right hand to raise it. But that ruined arm hung lifeless.
"Canna quite make it to your heart, then?"
Sebastian bared his fangs savagely. "I'll gut you before you get this."
"That equals the life of my mate."
"I've the same on my mind," Sebastian bit out.
"The Valkyrie died?"
Sebastian shook his head. "Not for long."
Bowen must have seen something in his expression. He had the advantage, and yet he offered, "We could share it, vampire. The key works twice."
Blood everywhere. Weak. Kaderin had asked something of him. Finally given him a chance to help her... "I need both of those times for her." Can't raise my right arm over my heart. My left arm is trapped. But the blade had powers MacRieve likely didn't know of.
According to Riora, it never missed.
The knife he held was nowhere near the Lykae's whip hand, but Sebastian concentrated on his intention to cut him at the wrist and made the merest motion toward the end, all he could manage with that wasted arm.
Suddenly, his arm shot up. The blade rose as if of its own accord and flashed reflected firelight as it struck.
Blood spurted. The Scot's severed hand dropped. Freed from the whip, Sebastian traced the distance across the pit.
"I will f**king kill you for this, vampire," the Lykae bellowed with rage. "I will eat your goddamned heart!"