Page 94 of Fated for Dawn

Her lips twitched into a faint smile. “We’ve got this, Ryker.”

I took a deep breath, letting the anger loosen its grip. She was right. This time, we were going to win.

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Evelyn

My heart pounded as I stepped to the front of our army. The dark forest behind us was our last refuge; we prayed we wouldn’t have to use it.

From the mansion’s sprawling lawn, Eris emerged, flanked by a legion of horrors—ravenous vampires, malevolent demons, menacing shifters, and countless other wicked beings intent on our destruction.

I swallowed hard.

We’d practiced for this moment, but the real thing? It was a totally different ballgame.

“Ready?” I murmured to the guys flanking me.

Rafe nodded grimly. Chad cracked his knuckles, his usual grin nowhere to be found.

A cold, mocking boom from Eris echoed across the lawn. “Have you come to surrender, little one? To join the glorious new age of power?”

I let out a sharp laugh. “Sorry to disappoint, but this ends today.”

The goddess tilted her head, her eerie smile widening. “You truly believe you can defeat me? How adorable.”

My lips curled into a wicked grin.

Time to wipe that smug look off her face.

“Oh, Eris, you should know better. I don’t fight fair.”

I glanced back at Alister, who stood at the rear, waiting for his cue.

Go time.

“Now!” he bellowed.

With a coordinated magical attack, witches and wizards catapulted enchanted pouches high into the air, falling over Eris’s army in a scarlet rain.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then…chaos.

The vampires in the front lines went berserk, trampling each other to lap up the blood, only to collapse in heaps moments later.

The sedatives had taken hold. We’d feared their speed and strength the most, and now they were sprawled on the ground, motionless.

I allowed myself a small smile.

Guess those sedatives packed quite a punch.

“Masks on!” the chief shouted to our shifters.

More pouches flew, these filled with pheromones enchanted to keep dispersing. Enemy shifters howled, abandoning their posts to chase the airborne scents. Only the strongest resisted, but even they looked…pained.

I stifled a giggle.

Fighting with a raging hard-on won’t be fun.

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