Fate's Surrender (Eternal Sorrows Book 3) by Sarra Cannon (android based ebook reader txt) 📕

one of the only reasons she’d never fully embraced the unlimited power that flowed through her.

Yes, Parrish was special beyond understanding, but until she could see that for herself, her full power would remain locked within.

But if there was ever a time for her to embrace it, it was now. In this lifetime.

They needed her more than she realized.

And right now, she was fighting for her life. He could feel her pain like a punch to the gut.

It wasn’t a physical pain for him. More of a sensation of being hit or thrown. But he could feel it clearly now.

Heart racing. Fear pouring through her veins.

If he wanted to reach out to her he was going to need to do it now. There was no time to waste.

He caught Zoe’s eyes, hoping she would understand to follow his actions. She nodded, her eyes glued to his face.

He took a long deep breath and slid closer to her until their knees were touching.

He turned his palms down and touched the tips of her fingers with his own. He closed his eyes and focused on the blood flowing through Zoe’s veins. He reached out to that feeling inside him that had experienced Parrish’s pain and fear. He plugged into it and deepened the connection, breathing into it and allowing it to flow between him and his connection with Zoe.

Finally, a small zing went through his entire body, like a jolt of electricity, and Parrish’s face came into clear view in his mind.

He’d done it. They were connected.

Fifteen

Parrish

Parrish scrambled to her feet, doing her best to ignore the pain screaming through her side. She needed to get to her sword, but the moment she made a move toward it, the silver zombie casually jumped down and kicked it under the bus.

Damn.

This one was different, somehow. More intelligent.

Parrish suddenly knew deep in her bones that this one had not been created by Lily and sent here like the others.

This silvery zombie had been carefully crafted by the pure magic of the Dark One.

The thought chilled her, but she didn’t have time to sit and think about what that might mean.

She had bought them all some time with her flash of blue energy, but she had a feeling that wouldn’t do anything against the metallic outer shell of this zombie.

She did, however, know that it had hurt the two tentacled ones still crawling their way toward her. Only when she turned to face them, they were both completely still, as if they’d been stunned.

She glanced around, her eyes naturally traveling toward the roof.

This had Karmen written all over it, and sure enough, her friend stood at the edge of the rooftop, along with a crowd of survivors from the compound, staring down at Parrish and the rotters she faced now.

Of course, she’d barely even turned her attention away from the silver zombie for a second or two, but that little bit had created an opening. This thing was too fast, and Parrish couldn’t seem to get ahead of it.

Silver ran toward her, fist raised again.

Parrish just barely twisted her body around in time to miss the blow, but she took advantage of Silver’s momentum, landing a strong kick in its side that threw it against the side of the bus.

The metal on that entire side of the bus caved in as if it had been hit by a freight train.

Parrish’s foot and knee pulsed in pain, too, from the hit. Just how strong was this thing?

She needed to put together a better strategy, or this rotter was going to get the best of her. She widened her stance and gathered as much blue light in the palm of her hands as she could manage, increasing its energy with the intention of her mind. The light flickered and then expanded as its intensity grew.

When Silver turned back around to face her, Parrish unleashed the ball of light in a brilliant flash that this time, instead of expanding outward, focused into a single point of intensity.

To her horror, Silver simply lifted its hand in front of the light and absorbed it. The light went out, doing no damage to the rotter at all.

Parrish stumbled backward, feeling more afraid than she had at the hospital yesterday. She’d put everything she had into that spell, and it had done absolutely nothing to this thing. It just kept coming for her.

She thought of running away, but where could she go?

This thing was obviously faster than she was, and with its power, there would be no place inside to hide from it. She’d only end up getting everyone else killed, too.

She needed to find a weak spot in this thing’s defenses. Everyone and everything had a weak spot somewhere.

And she wanted to get her sword back. Even if it couldn’t slice through whatever armor this zombie wore, it made her feel more focused and in control of her power.

She held her ground, then, paying attention to every micro-movement the zombie made as it studied her. Finally, when it ran forward, Parrish was able to shift her balance at the last minute, stepping out of the way of the zombie.

Silver obviously had been expecting her to try to kick it again, which was maybe why it had come to her the same way they had last time. It wanted to use her own movements against her.

But Parrish didn’t try to kick it this time.

Instead she ran and slid under the bus, grabbing her sword and quickly crawling out the other side.

She had moved with great speed, but it wasn’t enough.

As soon as she stood up on the other side, Silver was there waiting for her.

There was nothing she could do fast enough to try to save herself.

Silver reached out with both hands and grabbed her by the neck, its skin cold as steel and equally as hard.

Parrish didn’t have enough room between herself and Silver to even attempt an attack with her sword, and the way this rotter was squeezing her