The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin
Ishara said.
She breathed slowly, her chest rising and falling in a controlled pattern.
"And because Nergal will not let us live. If we are going to expire, I prefer to do it with a weapon in my hand, not a shovel."
"We aren't going to die," Neoma said.
She walked to the makeshift command table. It was a slab of obsidian propped up on ammo crates. A map of the region was spread out. Rocks weighted down the edges.
"We have the people," Neoma said.