Wyatt chuckled, “That whole Guardian training looked like it payed off, huh?”
“Both of you need to leave right now.”
“What!? After you finally came back home!?”
“If you don’t leave now, there won’t be a home to come back to! Solana’s somewhere in eastern Old Tenebris. Find her, and she’ll keep you two safe.”
Wyatt grabbed my shoulder, “Are you even going to tell me what’s going on?”
“I will, just...not now. When everyone is safe, then I can tell you.” My gaze fell upon Celeste, who was watching with a devilish smirk. “You have to trust me on this one.”
“No! I’m not leaving you here with her!”
I let out a sigh, making sure to keep an eye on Celeste. Wyatt was known to be stubborn, maybe even more than I was. Nonetheless, he and I rarely argued or fought. We were always on the same wavelength when it came to making decisions. But if we ever needed to be separated, he was the first one to express dissent.
“Wyatt, please. I promise I’ll come find you when everyone in Old Tenebris has been evacuated.”
“You can’t take her on your own, Elijah. From what I’ve seen, her Essence is much more powerful than yours!”
“If that’s your logic, you’ll snap like a twig!”
“I can help you—!”
“Wyatt, that’s enough.”
Mrs. Sands shot him a glare that was both stern and wrapped in melancholy. That look was burned into my skull when I saw it a decade ago. It was the same caring, understanding gaze she gave me when I first moved into her home.
“Grandma, what about Elijah?”
“There’s nothing you can do. This is Elijah’s fight. He is a Guardian, not you. I’m not going to let you stay here and get yourself hurt because you want to be a hero.”
Wyatt clenched his fists and drooped his head, “Do you think I care about being the hero!? I’m just trying to do what you’ve always told us: always stay together. It was the first thing you said to us when Elijah moved in, Grandma. Up until now, it’s the one rule of yours that I always obeyed.”
My stomach churned and reeled at his words. Deep down, I wanted Wyatt to remain by my side, but not if it meant endangering his life. I was afraid of Celeste, terrified of her. She caused so much destruction in Old Tenebris. It was safe to say that my life could truly end here.
But not for Wyatt. He could live. There was a future for him, and I had to preserve it the best I could. I was sure Mrs. Sands thought the exact same thing, which is why she joined my side of the argument.
“Wyatt, listen to your grandmother. This is my fight, not yours.”
“You’re going to get yourself killed—!”
“Please just go!”
Wyatt locked eyes with me. The turmoil in his heart was clear as crystal. Anger, misery, fear, all swaddled together in a wistful quiver. A sword skewered my heart knowing that Wyatt was in so much pain.
“Please, Wyatt. I don’t want to lose you too.”