Page 4 of Dark Fae's Desires
“Try it,” Trey roars, fighting to get to Anders, but he is too well protected.
Sadly, I am not.
“Come to me,” Anders says, holding his hand to me.
I plant my feet, but I have no choice but to obey.
“Savvie! No!” Theo snatches my hand, dragging me back.
He exchanges a look with Jerrick, who returns it with a grim look.
“Go,” he growls, and in a flash of Vampire speed, Theo has picked me up and is running off the battlefield with me; no Fae is able to keep up with his speed.
“Jerrick!” I shriek, knowing he has just signed his death warrant, along with Trey’s. “Trey!” I weep as the world rushes by so quickly, I feel sick. “Stop, Theo, take me back.”
“Not a chance,” he says, but then comes to a sudden and jolting halt as Anders appears in front of us, on foot and holding up his hand.
“We have unfinished business, Princess,” he drawls.
“Fuck off,” I scream, struggling to get my sword back out and take his head off his shoulders.
“Feisty,” he comments. “Just like your mom.”
He takes out a blade and slices it across his palm.
I hear Theo take a deep breath and let out a low growl.
“So easily controlled,” Anders says to him. “Give her to me, and you can drink.”
“No,” Theo croaks out.
“Wrong answer,” Anders says and fires out an orb of pure sunlight from his palm.
“No!” I shriek as I leap from Theo’s arms and push him out of the line of fire, knowing it will kill him instantly if he gets hit with an orb from the Light Fae King.
I howl with agony as it hits him in the chest, zoning in on its target as Anders takes my arm and drags me back, spinning me around to face him so that I can’t see if Theo is still alive or not.
“Ouch,” Anders comments, looking over my shoulder. “Looks like it hurt. Too bad it’s over now.”
“No,” I weep, trying to turn, but he is far too strong for me. I hear Raize up above, shrieking loudly, drawing my attention back to trying to save myself. I focus, latching onto his essence.
“Savvie, use me. Use everything that I have to get away from him. Do it. Now.”
I gasp, surprised to have heard his thoughts in my head.
“Do it!” he roars.
With a whimper, I hook my hand into a claw and drag the lightning out of the sky, using every ounce of Raize’s strength and my own to bring an orb of lighting to my palm, so big, I see the fear in Anders’s eyes.
I’m shaking in his grip, but he can’t take his hands off me to pull on his own magick. He is as trapped as I am because I can do nothing with this orb unless he gives me a bit of leeway to fire, but his grip only gets tighter on my wrists.
“You little fucking bitch,” he hisses as he grapples with me, keeping his eyes on the orb.
“Use your mind to fire it, Princess. You can do it; I know you can.”
“I can’t,” I stammer, trying with every fiber of my being to shoot it from my hand into Anders’s face. “I can’t!”
“You can. I believe in you,” he replies weakly.
