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The first helicopter flew across the mountains.

Lucienne saw Vladimir at the open cabin door. She waved at him with a smile, and he smiled back dazzlingly, delighted to see her and relieved she was safe. But his grin vanished quickly. He raised his machine gun, shooting in her direction, above her.

“The mutant!” he shouted. “Behind you!”

Lucienne wheeled to face the mountain at her back, her mouth instantly dry.

Seraphen, bare-chested with loose pants hanging around his waist, was running down the mountain toward her like a shooting arrow. He was only halfway to the foothill, but with speed like this, he would reach her in less than a minute.

How did that devil get here?

The bullets had no effect on him; he continued moving forcefully toward her.

The helicopter dashed toward Seraphen.

“Net!” Vladimir yelled.

A metal net shot from the sky, catching Seraphen and tightening around him.

The relieved smile on Lucienne’s face faded quickly.

With incredible speed, the creature shot his hand out through the opening before the net closed him in completely.

Dragging the steel cable that connected to the helicopter, Seraphen flung it toward the mountain. The copter careened out of control.

“No!” Lucienne screamed. Ice pumped into her lungs, but she managed to breathe in and out. She must deal with the situation. She couldn’t afford to break down. For a moment, and only a moment, she shut her eyes to keep from seeing Vladimir and her warriors go down with the black hawk.

She heard Vladimir’s faint yelling at the men amid the chopper noises.

Lucienne opened her eyes with desperate hope.

Please, let them live. From the distance, she saw Vladimir and a few soldiers jump without a parachute right before the helicopter smashed into the mountain and erupted into a ball of fire and smoke.

The explosion rocked the mountain, echoing all around the valley.

Lucienne couldn’t see Vladimir and the men anymore. Her cold hand wiped the tears from her face. She knew even if Vladimir and the men who jumped made it, they’d be badly wounded. She also knew that some of her soldiers, including the pilot, were gone.

Lucienne pulled Ashburn up to a sitting position, waiting for the approaching BL7 and a second helicopter to touch down and take Ashburn. Then she and her warriors would look for the survivors. Sphinxes never left a man behind. And she would never leave Vladimir behind.

While she held Ashburn against her shoulder, she saw Seraphen, who somehow had freed himself from the net, darting toward her. Lucienne carefully put Ashburn down and rose.

BL7 fired a missile at Seraphen, but incredibly, he ducked it. The missile hit the mountain. The ear-piercing explosion didn’t prevent Seraphen from speeding toward her; neither did the clouds of dust, debris, and billowing smoke.

A second rocket instantly shot from BL7. Seraphen caught the rocket with two hands. Lucienne’s heart tightened as she watched him throw it back toward the jet. Kian was piloting BL7, and he wouldn’t be expecting the mutant to have that kind of strength.

The jet pulled up to avoid collision, but the rocket struck its left wing. BL7 flapped in the air and collided into the other side of the mountain .

Lucienne’s blood went completely cold. “Kian!” she cried. A string of saliva dripped from her mouth. She wouldn’t allow her will break. Not now. Not with Seraphen closing in on her.

The second helicopter had learned not to engage Seraphen.

Instead, it desperately tried to reach Lucienne.

The machine landed seven yards from Lucienne and Ashburn, but it was already too late.

The mutant was twenty yards from them and dashing toward her at lightning speed.

Lucienne and her warriors wouldn’t make it into the helicopter, even if they abandoned Ashburn.

Orlando led the soldiers out of the helicopter and cut in between Lucienne and the mutant before he crashed into their Siren. Cam was in the first wave. Punches flew and human flesh crashed against raw steel. A few warriors went flying.

With a furious cry, Lucienne joined her warriors, despite her men urgently calling for her to leave. She swept her leg in an arc and delivered a devil’s kick to Seraphen’s Meridian death point on his back. The mutant staggered but absorbed it. He wheeled, facing Lucienne.

“After I finish you off, little Siren, I’ll pick off your men one by one,” Seraphen said.

Duncan grabbed Seraphen from behind to stop him from reaching Lucienne. Seraphen elbowed Duncan on the side. Lucienne heard the nauseating sound of bones cracking. Duncan staggered back several feet and collapsed.

Seraphen went for Lucienne again. His target was her and only her.

Cam, bleeding all over, stepped in front of Lucienne and cut off the mutant. “Take this, dick!”

The two giants’ arms and fists crashed, until Lucienne heard the sound of bones breaking.

Cam shouted with pain and rage, throwing another series of punches at the mutant with his good arm.

Seraphen deflected the giant’s attack. Then with a bored look, the mutant smashed Cam’s chest. Blood spurted out of Cam’s mouth like a red fountain.

Her blood boiling, Lucienne charged at Seraphen.

“Leave, Lucienne!” Orlando shouted at a few soldiers furiously. “Get the Siren out of here! Take the copter!”

Cam managed to drag Lucienne back as he staggered and fell.

Orlando shot out the metal net. It tangled Seraphen.

“More net!” Another warrior launched another net.

Seraphen was fighting his way out of the mesh.

The warriors closed in on him, trying to pin him down.

Some stabbed him, but to no avail. Through the net, Seraphen yanked the warriors along the rocky ground brutally.

Lucienne’s blood pumped hot and hard in battle frenzy. She knew it was only a matter of time before the mutant would overpower them all. She forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply so she could think logically.

The mutant, no matter who he was, wasn’t a god.

Even angels, good or fallen, had a weakness.

That was the divine design of God. Lucienne would cut every inch of the mutant’s flesh to find his weak spot if only she had the means and the time.

In her dire desperation, her eyes wandered toward Ashburn a few feet away.

He had mentioned when he activated the Eye of Time, the TimeDust also brought Seraphen back. If she deactivated Ashburn, she would terminate Seraphen. That was why the mutant would do anything to preserve Ashburn. Lucienne’s eyes lit with the revelation. Ashburn is Seraphen’s Achilles’ heel.

She hurried toward Ashburn, but then stopped. This was Ash lying on the ground.

A warrior flew by her, his blood spilling onto the ground. The rest of the warriors were still tangling with Seraphen, knowing they couldn’t defeat him, knowing they’d die here, yet no one retreated.

Two soldiers begged Lucienne to take the copter and leave. “I’ll never leave my soldiers behind!” she snapped .

Every minute, Seraphen would break out and one of her warriors would die under his brutal force.

She had to choose—either Ashburn or her royal warriors and friends.

Many of them had followed her for a decade, ever since she was a little girl.

Only by killing Ashburn, could she save her people.

She stared at Ashburn, unconscious at her feet.

But if she destroyed him, she’d never be the same.

She’d never recover. She knew that deep in her bones, but that was her burden to carry.

Lucienne squatted beside Ashburn. Her hand touched the side of his neck, her eyes steady on the curve of his beautiful white throat. Her thumb found the acupoint of death. Just a hard press, and her people would be saved. Her fingers shaking, Lucienne closed her eyes.

Just then, Lucienne felt a stir under her hand. She fluttered open her eyes in surprise. Ashburn looked straight at her, his silver eyes clearer than the cloudless sky.

She’d shot him with enough narcotics to knock him out for at least two hours. How could he wake up in the middle of this? And how could she murder him like this, with his eyes wide open? But this was war. There’d be casualties. Lucienne hardened her heart.

Peeking into Lucienne’s eyes, Ashburn said quietly, “The TimeDust has gone into automatic protect mode. It woke me up.” As he spoke, black lightning emerged from his fingertips. “You want to kill me.”

“It was either you or me,” Lucienne said, waiting for him to make the first move, to strike her, then she’d end him before his lightning reached her. He was more powerful, but she was quicker and better trained.

Ashburn held back his lightning with effort. “Do what you have to do,” he said. “It’ll come to this anyway.”

“Fight me, then.”

“I won’t fight you. ”

Lucienne swallowed. “I don’t want to choose myself over you, but I want my men to go home safely.” Her conscience immediately asked, What about Ashburn? Don’t his parents and Violet want him to come home safely, too?

“Just do it,” Ashburn said. “I’ll close my eyes if it’s easier for you.” And he shut his icy blue eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Ash,” Lucienne said, going for the kill.

A voice tingled in her head. The two of you are a genetic match, destined to be one to achieve the greater good. Kill him, and you’ll lose the only mate you can ever have.

Her shaking finger halted. “Did you just send a message into my mind, Ash?” Her voice was hoarse and trembling.

Ashburn opened his eyes. They had turned gunmetal blue, hard and cold, flashing dangerous light.

“I told you, I can’t get into your mind.

” Black lightning hissed in his fingertips, desperate to strike, but Ashburn restrained it with gritted teeth.

“What are you waiting for?” His voice was guttural.

“I was programmed for evil. Just finish me off. Do it now before I change my mind.”