Page 89 of The Dark Fae Princess
I can hear Jerrick, Trey, Theo all swearing and cursing as they fight to get to me.
But there are just too many.
I can’t hold them off any longer.
The muscles in my arms are burning. I drop the right sword and it allows access to a Light Fae sword to slice through my arm, nearly taking it clean off.
I scream as the pain ricochets through me, the sword dropping to the floor.
“Savvie!” I hear Jerrick roar and look up to see his terror as he cuts his way through throngs of men to reach me.
“I’m okay,” I say weakly, even though he can’t hear me.
But I’m not okay.
I’m dragged off Midnight by several of Anders’s army even though Midnight is kicking out violently, trying to protect me.
“Fuck! Savvie!” Trey roars at me.
I catch his eye and shake my head at him. I can feel the surge go through him that has him seconds from Shifting to Dragon form. If he does that, he is as good as dead here.
“No!” I cry out as my feet are kicked out from under me and I drop like a rock onto my wounded arm with a shriek of pain as I go lightheaded.
“Get up, bitch,” one of the King’s guards hisses at me.
He doesn’t wait for me to get to my feet, he hauls me up by my damaged arm as my other sword is ripped from my hand. I have the satisfaction of hearing the Guard scream as he burns from the inside out and it causes the rest of them to drop back far enough for me to bend down and pick up the sword from the mud.
As I straighten up, Jerrick has reached my side, killing every single remaining guard that has surrounded me and with a vicious scowl on his face, bloodstained and blackened by the smoke of magick, he grips my arm.
“Get. Out. Of. Here,” he bites out.
“Nope,” I retort and heft the sword higher again to pivot and take out a Guard behind me before Jerrick can.
My arm is starting to heal. I don’t think about the Vampire in me that is fixing it so quickly. It makes me want to be sick, so I push it aside and I push the straggly wisps of hair out of my face that have fallen down in the wet, sweat and activity of battle.
I tune out the cries of the men from both sides. I tune out Jerrick and Trey and Theo, who are all yelling at me to get out. I tune out Raize’s cries up above and ignore Midnight’s attempt to shove me off the battlefield.
I have locked eyes with Anders, who is riding towards me on his pure white War unicorn, even with all of this mud kicking up and flying about. His men are parting the way for him and it is only then that I realize we have been completely cut off from our own army.
We are cornered amidst the Light Fae army.
I’ve put us all in extreme danger by letting my exhaustion settle over me for a second.
“Shit,” I mutter and push Jerrick away.
“Go!” I say to him desperately.
“Fuck off,” he snarls back. “I will never abandon you!”
“Go!” I roar at Trey, who is still on the verge of a Dragon Shift, the stress of it only serving to help him fight off the Fae that are closing in on us bit by bit. I don’t have the room to swing my sword. None of us do.
I shove it back in the holster and pull on the lightning to start firing off bolt after bolt, but it’s no use. We are outnumbered and Anders is seconds away from us.
“Stop!” he calls out and I feel that cloak of coercion drop over me.
“No!” Trey roars and shoves me hard out of the way.
“You,” Anders snarls at him. “Traitors are dealt with severely.”
