Page 15 of Dark Fae's Desires
“Move,” I say to Rath’Na. “But stay behind me.”
“I appreciate your chivalry,” he murmurs but does as I say in spite of his sarcasm. Starved and browbeaten as he is, he can’t fight. I know it. He knows it.
Surging forward, swords ready to cleave the head off the next creature I see, I hear a loud boom coming down the tunnel.
“Savannah?”
I squint into the flashes of light. “Jerrick?”
“Savvie!” he shouts, and I hear sloshing as he makes his way to me.
Then I see him.
I choke back the sobs of joy that he is alive and is here to help me.
Stashing my swords quickly, he whisks me up into his arms, giving me a bone-crushing hug that I return fiercely.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “You’re okay?”
“Yes,” I say, shoving back the tears that are so close to spilling out. “I’m fine. I stink, but otherwise fine.”
“She’s not fine. The blood oath is killing her the further away she gets from that little asshole,” Rath’Na pipes up.
Jerrick clearly hasn’t even seen the old Dragon behind me as he squeezes me tighter and then shoves me behind him to protect me as he goes on the offensive.
“It’s okay!” I cry, grabbing his arm. “He’s with me.”
Jerrick growls loudly. “You trust him?”
“Yes. Can we get out of this tunnel; they aren’t far behind us.”
To confirm this, we hear cries coming down the tunnel, and Jerrick turns back to me, grabbing my elbow and moving us forward at a rapid rate, practically dragging me through the water.
“Stay behind me,” Jerrick says.
“That’s what she said,” Rath’Na comments.
I give him a furious look. How can he be so droll at a time like this?
“What?” he says, as Jerrick clenches his fist in his face. “She did.”
“Let’s go!” I urge as I can see the light from the torches behind us. “What’s in front of us?”
Jerrick gives me a tight smirk. “Two Dragons, a Vampire, an army of Dark Fae, and several Light Fae that are probably dead by now.”
Relief floods me as I grin at him, my heart soaring. “Theo is okay?Trey too?”
“Yes,” he says with a smile and nod, bringing me forward to kiss my gross, sweaty forehead.
“And Rook?” I ask, relaxing.
Silence.
Shaking my head, I pull back with dread. “No. Please?”
“He’s alive,” Jerrick says quickly. “But he’s in a bad way. He died, came back from the dead and was in a coma for a while, but then suddenly, he shot up and said he’d felt you use your magick, and he could trace you even behind the mage's magick. We were on our way to you up this tunnel, but here you are, fighting your way out.” His proud tone makes me smile.
“How? Did you defeat the Light Fae mages?” I ask in puzzlement.
