Page 92 of Obsidian Throne
And sure enough, I did.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
ROWAN
Prying open the box was surprisingly easy. Somehow, I had expected it to weigh more, but the wooden lid swung open on smooth hinges.
Folds of black velvet filled the entire rectangular space.
My heart managed to race even faster in my chest.
Will whatever is in here help me save Evander?
With trembling hands, I reached for the top, feeling the outline of a sword.
It was a black saber, made of the same material as Evander’s, but smaller. Black diamonds winked at the hilt, and the crossguard came down in two wicked points. The second wrapped bundle held its twin.
They were beautiful, to be sure, and lightweight the way all of Rayan’s weapons always seemed to be, but I knew they weren’t enough to be what he had warned me about.
Setting them aside for now, I dug through the rest of the box to find...a set of armor. Small, black pieces of metallic stone woven into the fabric that interlocked in a perfect shield, accented with white swaths of fur and bits of obsidian.
The pressure along my spine intensified, and I knew this was it.
Whateveritwas.
As soon as my fingers touched the obsidian, the tingling stopped.
Or rather, it focused.
My awareness of the clouds, the wind… It was as though I could sense each individual raindrop poised to fall at any moment. The pressure of the oncoming storm felt tangible, somehow, present.
So I pushed back.
Raindrops spattered against the window, a few at first, then more and more.
Surely not…
I stared at my hands on the armor, felt the tingling sensation that buzzed through my fingers and pulsed along my skin. Then I looked back at the sky, pushing harder until the downpour made it impossible to see through the glass at all.
Whatthe actual stars-blasted hell??
Why had Rayan given me this?
I knew he had some ability with stones, and he had spoken of the amplifying effects of the fae and certain crystals… But my weather senses were fairly useless, and a little rain wasn’t going to help me fight a war.
A knock at the door startled me, and I dropped the armor. The thrumming returned, but not as strong as before, like the energy had lessened...or been used.
“Rowan,” Theo’s voice sounded through the solid wood. “We really do need to leave.”
I looked from the armor to the door.
Even if my “woo woo powers” as Davin called them were mostly useless, this armor wasn’t, because it brought my sister’s words to mind.
You are Rowan Pendragon, second in line to the most powerful throne in the world, and daughter of the Warrior Queen.
I was Rowan Stenvall now, and Clan Wife of Bear. But her words rang true, nonetheless.
Do not let them think they hold all the cards here,she had said.