Page 2 of Dark Fae's Desires
“Damn you,” I growl under my breath at my grandfather.
This has his handiwork written all over it.
The wind has picked up now, but it isn’t a natural one. It’s the magick that is being coiled from both sides.
Our mages have cast a spell to stop the Light from Puffporting as they have to us.
Shivering slightly as we are truly trapped and have to fight our way out now, I hear something that makes my blood boil.
Jerrick is talking to Theo, but I’m downwind, and I pick up every word.
“Once this starts, use your Vampire speed and strength to get her the fuck out of here.”
“Done,” Theo replies.
How the fuck dare they! They’ve been planning this behind my back, while all week they’ve trained me to tackle this head-on.
Ass-fucking-clowns.
If I needed anything to shatter my fear and give me the balls to cross my arms over my head and grip the hilts of the two swords behind me,thatwas it.
With a snarl of rage, I drag them out and raise them to the sky.
Raize sees me and shrieks, clearly also in on this deceitful plan as he alerts the others.
But it’s too late.
The battle has started.
With a frenzied roar, I use Raize to draw the lightning into the swords, and I surge forward, squeezing Midnight with my thighs to keep my balance as I charge along with the rest of the army.
“Fuck! Savvie!” Jerrick thunders after me, but I’m notpaying any attention to his, or any of the others, whereabouts.
I’m so fucking incensed that only one thought is in my head now.
Get to Anders and kill him.
Midnight gallops forward, slipping effortlessly through the army to the front lines where the Dark are colliding with the Light in an epic battle of magick and clash of swords.
The instant I’m spotted, I’m surrounded by Light Fae. They will have their instructions to capture, not kill me, but I have no such orders. I have never taken the life of another before, but I don’t think about it as I swing both swords down and out to the sides to fight off two Light Fae that are trying to reach me.
Their screams as my magick, lightning-fueled swords rip through them is a muffled noise in my ears as my focus goes completely on the next swing of the swords.
The next body to slice through.
Stopping the next asshole that wants to grab me.
I have a pile of bodies falling on top of each other as more and more come.
Ten, twenty, I don’t know how many.
My heart is pounding. My blood is racing. My hands are sweating in my gloves. The rain is pouring down now with the gale-force wind that is whipping around me. My stomach is churning at the stench of blood and burnt flesh, but still, they keep coming.
My arms are tiring, and my thighs are screaming at me to let go of the hold I have on Midnight, but if I let Midnight go and fight on foot, I’ll be overpowered before I can blink. There are too many and they outsize and outweigh me.
I can hear Jerrick, Trey, and Theo all swearing and cursing as they fight to get to me.
But there are just too many.
