Chapter 69: The Risk of Love

Xilon pushed himself up, calling his Renjerian form forward. But silence answered him. Sh*t! How much time did he need to recover?

He crept in front of Ash, protecting her from whoever had found them.

Ash stood her ground, unafraid, but she didn't draw her sword. Was she that confident in his skills?

"Get your weapon ready," he whispered and clenched his fists, rolling his shoulders forward in preparation to fight.

"I can't."

He spared a glance back at her. "Why not?"

"Cause it kind of melted when I stabbed it in the biggest demon I've ever seen."

His blood turned cold. "What? When was this?"

"Yesterday." She nodded her chin to the opening. "Here comes company."

What else could the larger Tryns do that he nor his people were aware of? And why had they shown themselves recently rather than months ago at the beginning of this endless war?

He inhaled, scenting Taurian.

"Peace, brother." Taurian raised a hand as he entered. "Morning, Ash."