Page 77 of Heart of Dawn
That pack of mine better be running, not trying to be heroes. I couldn’t tell, didn’t dare take an eye off those balled-up fists of death.
Huge pink eyes snared me. “Chosen wolf! Behold evolution! Behold my might! Behold your end!”
The giant brought one of those fists down with shocking speed.
Fuck!
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
ORION
The first of the undying assbugs crashed into a waiting Anya. She snatched the woman, rapidly spinning her silk, mummifying the fae.
Anya tossed the wrapped body aside as a second attacker arrived, spraying silk in his face.
“What do we do?” I asked, wishing for an axe or two.
“Give me a moment,” Wendy called from the cell. “I’m almost done.”
Prince Dorian covered his brother. “Even though you’re an idiot I won’t let you die here.” The prince scooped up his twin and moved to the side, visibly unsure of his next move.
Anya tackled a third undying one, while a fourth managed to squeeze past her.
Stars!
Brandishing an axe, he went for Dorian. The prince barely dodged in time, almost losing his footing as he stumbled into the wall.
I reacted without thinking, surging forward. The undying fae spotted me and threw the axe. I ducked, the weapon landing heavily by the edge of the moat.
“Die, cherry fae!” Dawn screamed from its mouth.
My heart in my throat, I dove for the axe, grabbing the handle as the man came after me. I screamed, bringing the axe up in a vertical swipe. The sharp edge of the glinting silver head went through his chin, his nose, tearing his face in half. Pink smoke whistled from the wound like steam from a kettle.
For several seconds, he stood there, arms by his sides, no reaction. In that time, Anya dealt with another guy, more eyes blinking to life in the tunnel.
We really had to get out of here.
The undying fae broke free of his trance, lunging at me. My reaction took me by surprise, instincts reacting of their own volition. The axe cleaved his head off in one slice.
“Wow…” I breathed, wiping sweat from my brow.
After a messy afternoon fighting zombies with a rolling pin, I vowed to try using axes from that moment on. I seemed to shine brightest with an axe in my hand.
A yeti’s roar cranked up the tension, another fae feeling the sticky consequences of Anya’s rage.
Wendy buzzed, appearing before me, carrying a sack made of what appeared to be spun sugar. Six glistening balls of honey sat inside the netted bag.
How did she manage to carry it? It was more than quadruple her size, and those gossamer threads had no business being that tough.
Thank the stars they were.
A yeti bellowed a threat into the tunnel. “You killed Erna. Come out and let me rip your cock off!”
Was it possessed by Dawn or just out for my blood? Hmmm. Probably both.
Another undying fae scurried into the hive. Anya dealt with it quickly.
“I can get you close to the gates,” Wendy said, landing on my arm. “But only you.”
