“Why?”
Randolf ignored the question. “They’ve thrown twice as many men against you as they’ve got pinning down the rest of us because they want to eliminate the Red.” He snorted. “I doubt they were expecting our Ladies to show so much teeth and temper. Once you’re gone, though, they’ve got the numbers to pull the rest of us down and take whatever they’ve come to take.”
Randolf didn’t need to say the obvious. There was only one person—now, maybe two—who was worth this much effort and this kind of cost.
“You defend well, Warlord,” Randolf said. “Now it’s time to kill.”
“The bodies lying among the boulders aren’t resting, Warlord,” Jared replied, feeling foolishly like an adolescent who’d just had an older male dismiss his efforts as barely adequate.
“You’re wasting your strength that way. The way you’ve been doing it, you need two strikes—one for a man’s shield and one for the inner barriers. Plus you’re feeding the shields.”
Jared ground his teeth. “I know that.”
“Stop feeding the shields.”
“If I do that, they’ll fall in a minute,” Jared protested.
Randolf eyed him grimly. “Then a minute’s all you have. A fast descent to your core, come up under their inner barriers and unleash. Hold your strength in a half circle.” He drew a small figure in the air with his finger. “Keep the baseline directly in front of you. Then fan out the Red in front of that line. If you unleash in a circle, you’ll take out all of us as well as them.”
Jared swallowed hard. “I’ve never tried anything like that. What if I can’t control it that way?”
“Then, if we’re lucky, we’ll all be destroyed completely,” Randolf replied harshly. “If we’re not lucky, you’ll be looking at a lot of empty but still-living husks.” His hand clamped down on Jared’s arm. “No mistakes. No second chances. And no time to get squeamish. It’s a fast kill. We need to cut the odds.” The hand on Jared’s arm gentled. “And I won’t tell anyone if you puke your guts out afterward.”
Not understanding that last comment, Jared swallowed again, took a deep breath, turned inward, and dove into the abyss.
Except during his training when he’d been mentally tethered to an instructor, he’d never made a fast dive down to his core, his inner web. The speed and the panicky feeling that he was falling and out of control terrified him. If he plunged through his inner web, at best he’d cut himself off from his own power and destroy his ability to wear the Jewels; at worst, he’d shatter his own mind.
He flashed past the level of the lighter Jewels, gaining speed.
White, Yellow.
He was falling too fast. But there was no time to slow down the descent.
Tiger Eye, Rose.
If he failed, Lia . . .
Summer-sky, Purple Dusk.
A woman had screamed.
Opal, Green.
A woman had screamed.
He stopped thinking, let the Warlord in him reign. The dive changed instantly from a frantic, barely controlled plunge into a graceful, savage dive. His heartbeat drum kept the slow, steady rhythm as he flashed past the depth of the Sapphire and gathered his strength, preparing to make the turn just above his inner web.
This is what Blood males meant when they talked of rising to the killing edge. The mind cleared of all distractions. A lifetime was contained between heartbeats. He had all the time he needed to think, to act.
Jared made the turn and began his ascent. Above him, he saw those other minds as flickering, Jewel-colored stars, as candle flames that were about to be snuffed out by a wild Red wind. He drew a mental line, creating the half circle the way Randolf had told him.
As he continued to rise, he waited, waited.
A few Opals, but nothing stronger.
As he rose to the level of the Green, he unleashed the Red, flooding those smaller containers until they burst from within.
Up, up, up. Jewel stars exploded. Above the White were the colorless candles of the non-Jeweled Blood. He snuffed them out, too.
A hand clamped on his shoulder. Fingers dug into his arm.
Ignoring the hand, he turned and made another leisurely descent. Not so deep this time. He didn’t need to go deep. The Red still throbbed in his blood.
“Enough, Jared,” a harsh voice yelled in his ear.
He understood it now. Create a frame around the Jewel stars. Hold the power within that frame.
He turned slightly, his eyes seeing and yet not seeing the boulders on the other side of the road.
A box. A neat box to hold those little candles. His mental frame brushed against a Summer-sky star. Recognizing the psychic scent, he pulled the frame away from Corry’s terrified mind.
And unleashed again.
More Jewel stars burst. Died.
A fist clipped his chin, snapping his head back.
Snarling, Jared twisted to face whoever dared interfere with him.
Fear filled Randolf’s brown eyes—fear and grim acceptance.
Jared blinked.
The heartbeat drum sped up.
Before he was aware of it, he slid away from the killing edge.
He blinked again and looked around.
Randolf hadn’t told him the psychic explosion might also manifest as physical destruction.
Jared stared at the shattered faces, the exploded heads.
Breaking away from Randolf’s restraining hands, Jared leaned over the boulder that had been giving them a little cover and heaved.
A strong, callused hand covered his forehead. Another hand soothingly rubbed his back.
“You could have told me,” Jared gasped. He heaved again.
“Would have made it harder for you,” Randolf said roughly.
Panting, Jared tried to spit out the sick taste. He straightened up slowly.
Randolf took a step back.
“Have you ever done that?” Jared asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Randolf nodded. “Yeah. I’ve done it. There are good reasons why the dark-Jeweled Blood are feared, Jared.”
A blast of power striking a nearby boulder reminded them that the battle wasn’t over.
Jared threw a Red shield around both of them. They sprinted across the road, choosing a place that would hide them from anyone above them.
“Hell’s fire,” Randolf said with grudging admiration. “Despite all the power they’re throwing against her, the Black Widow is still managing to hold that Green shield.”
On the other side of that shield, dozens of marauders continued to unleash the strength of their Jewels, trying to break through.
The blasts of power coming from their side of the road were mostly focused on the remains of the wagon. Thera was probably using it for cover. Was Lia with her?
Jared pushed away from the boulders, feeling a little light-headed. “Shall we give the Ladies a hand?”
Randolf grabbed his arm and yanked him down.
“There’s something odd about that shield,” Randolf said, narrowing his eyes. “Never seen anything like that. Didn’t even know you could do that.”
Jared didn’t see anything at first. Then he noticed the weird flickering inside the shield—flashes of Purple Dusk inside the Green. He could almost feel the elation of the men who were sending bolt after bolt of power against the shield.
“The Purple Dusk is probably her Birthright Jewel,” Jared said. “If the reservoir of power in her Green Jewel is almost gone, she’d switch to her Birthright.”
“If that was the case, there would be a Purple Dusk shield behind the Green one. But it looks like she’s blending the strength of her Birthright Jewel with the strength of her Green. Damned if I know how.”
One of the marauders shouted something. The blasts stopped. A few seconds later, all of them unleashed at the same time.