Page 67 of Dark Fae's Secrets
“You sure about that?” she chokes out and lets out an evil laugh that sends chills down my spine.
I turn from her, looking back over my shoulder to see the other men on the floor surrounding Savannah, who was hit by the lightning bolt.
Shaking my head, I turn back to Ambrosia, who is struggling like a hellcat underneath me and trying to kick me in the balls.
Trust Savannah. Trust her power.
Squeezing my eyes closed briefly, I open them with determination.
I have to trust her. She is a fucking goddess. One bolt of lightning isn’t going to kill her.
“Jerrick!” Rook snarls. “End it! What are you waiting for?”
“Savannah,” I grit out. “This is her fight. She doesn’t need me to fight for her.”
“Damn straight,” Savvie’s voice rings out behind me.
I smile, knowing that she would be okay. I chance a look over my shoulder at her as I wrestle with Ambrosia.
“Fuck’s sake, woman. Get over here and kiss me,” I say.
“In front of her? Fuck, yes!” She grins and launches herself at me, gripping my face with her hands and claiming my mouth in a fierce kiss that will leave my lips bruised for weeks.
“I love you,” I get out, muffled by her mouth.
“I love you. I trust that this is the extent of your hands on her?” she asks, pulling back and giving Ambrosia a death stare.
She has her wings out; her eyes are sparkling with silver, and she has silver glitter dusted over her hair that glints in the bright white light of the Palace.
“Yes,” I say solemnly. “You needn’t have worried.”
“Who was worried?” she scoffs and draws me away from Ambrosia. “You can remove your hands now. I don’t want you to be tainted by her filth.”
“Fuck you!” Ambrosia roars as soon as she is free. She gets to her knees and fires off a bolt of lightning that Savvie ducks out of the way of and I take a step back.
This is between them now. She doesn’t need me.
“What the fuck?” Trey bellows in my face, grabbing my shirt and snarling at me. “Why the fuck did you do something so fucking stupid?”
“I don’t know,” I say, removing his hand from my shirt. “I thought she needed me to take care of this, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t need me or any of us to protect her. Look at her.”
We all turn to watch in awe as Savannah deftly throws the magick that knocks Ambrosia further and further back as she scrambles to get her footing. She is perilously close to the open balcony’s edge, and she shrieks, but there is no one to help her. She is bleeding, there are drops of blood splattering the white tiles on the floor, but no one goes to her.
She has no one, and she brought it on herself.
Savvie isn’t out to kill her aunt, though, even though she should. As soon as Ambrosia falters enough to stop throwing magick at her, Savvie stops and gets out her wand. She waves it around in the air, and a silver lasso forms. She swishes it down, and it wraps itself around Ambrosia, binding her tightly just as a beautiful Light Fae female swoops into the room with a vicious cry.
“You bitch!” she shrieks at Savvie, an orb of pure sunlight on her hands.
Even if I didn’t recognize her, it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that she is a high-ranking Royal and as old as they come.
“Pyleah,” I mutter and step forward.
This woman has had it out for Savannah’s mother, Princess Aeval, since day one when her husband, the original Light Fae King, was murdered by Drake for raping Aeval and, as we later found out, conceiving Delinda – the supposed blessed Fae child. She was paramount in the incident that lost Aeval her baby twenty-some years ago, she has tried to imprison Aeval, kidnap her daughter and generally just made Aeval’s life a living hell. It comes as no surprise that she holds the same hatred for Savannah. She has been laying low since she has lost herhusband and three sons to the Dark Fae. But she has just come out of hibernation, it seems.
I grab Pyleah by the arm, but it’s too late.
She throws a curse at Savvie that hits her square in the chest, making her gag.
