Page 110 of The Demon King's Destiny

The explosions had tapered off, presumably because they’d already set off most of the mines. Evelyn concentrated on giving her barrier more height. She was the only thing between the rogues and the perimeter wall.

The clink of metal hitting metal started, which meant some of the rogues were over the wall.

“How many have gotten in?” she asked.

“Nearly forty. The guards below are easily handling them. Hundreds were taken out or maimed by the landmines. Your magics are holding off the bulk of the bastards. You come in quite handy, little witch.”

“Can you see Marrok?” she inquired, paying no heed to the witch comment.

“No. He’s fine, though. If he wasn’t, you’d feel it through the bond.”

“I’ll feel his pain?”

“No. If he was in trouble, you’d feel his panic.”

“Marrok doesn’t seem like the sort of male to panic.”

“He’s not, not unless he thought they were going to get past him and get to you. The alarm would be out of concern for you, not for himself.”

Evelyn’s hairline dampened, a bead of sweat rolled down her temple. She wiped it on her arm.

“Problem, my lady?”

“No, not yet.”

“You said you could hold it for hours.”

“I can. If a thousand demons weren’t bashing their powers against it simultaneously.”

Danil looked again and cursed a litany of creative words. “They got smart. Or someone told them to attack collectively.”

He scanned the grounds, looking for anyone not in royal guard attire who might be giving out orders. He could see no one leading or directing the militia.

That’s when he saw ten demons appear out of nowhere, right in the middle of the walking path behind Marrok’s soldiers. Each had a hand on a male in the center of the group. Releasing their hold, they charged towards the door and the male who’d been in the center disappeared.

“Bloody hell. Archers! Fire! Fire! Ten count at the main entrance. He’s teleporting them inside!”

Evelyn whirled away from the stone, pulling her sword. “Dmitri’s here,” she breathed.

“I don’t know if it’s him, but it’s definitely a vampire. Stick close to me, Evelyn.”

Danil circled the roof, looking through the slits after each archer fired and reached for another arrow. Ten more rogues were teleported near another entrance. This time, Danil got a better a look.

“It’s him! He’s in all black. Dark brown hair. Glowing green eyes. Aim for the green!” he ordered, hoping one of them could catch the bugger in the head.

“Green eyes, you say?” a voice lilted next to Evelyn’s ear.

Evelyn launched her head to the side, aiming for his nose. A sickening crunch came from the contact and something warm splattered her face.

She swung her blade at the same time Dmitri and Danil both made a grab for her arms. Suddenly, she felt compressed the point her lungs could no longer expand.

Dmitri had gotten to her first.

* * *

Hundreds of rogues clambered over the wall and jumped down into the palace grounds. The soldiers were holding their own, but they wouldn’t be for long if the rest of the rogues made it over.

“Evelyn’s shield is down!” Favin called from nearby.

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