A volcanic island in the middle of an ocean is a terrible place to receive the worst news of your life.
No bar. No trees to punch. Just black rock and ocean and the growing suspicion that this whole rescue mission was being personally fucked with by a higher power.
Three kings stood in the center of it in front of a cave, following an unhelpful vector, trying to find the woman they loved. Inside the cave, Luminari and mages worked.
Without warning, Maddox grunted, falling to his knees at the mouth of a cave.
"Fuck."
His free hand flew to his back. The pain was sharp, linear, cutting across his shoulder blades in a stripe that felt like a hot wire being dragged across his skin.
Nicholas and Landon both dropped a second later.
