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“I will see you dead just as you and your slut mother murdered my husband and my sons! I curse you to never grow an heir in your belly. I curse you to live a long and miserable life alone and die at the hands of the same disease that took your grandmother! I will get my revenge on you and your mother!”
“Fucking Hell,” Theo murmurs. “Who is this deranged bitch?”
Pyleah spins to him, jolting my arm painfully. She is older and way more powerful than me. Theo gulps as her mad, green eyes land on him.
“I am PYLEAH!” she shrieks. “I will defend that child with my life! My grandchild will be born and rule this land as his father was meant to!”
“She isn’t pregnant,” I tell her. “She has been lying to you and your entire Kingdom.”
She turns back to me as Savvie comes closer, looking pale and weak.
“You lie!” she screams in my face, but I’m no longer interested in Pyleah and let her go.
There is something seriously wrong with Savvie. I reach out for her and catch her as her knees buckle, and she throws up a mouthful of black blood.
“No!” Rath roars, shoving me out of the way and taking Savvie in his arms. He places her on the bed, shaking with rage and fear. It is written all over his face.
He holds out his hand, and his staff appears, usually glowing gold in colour, is now a fiery red.
“Rath! Wait!” I call out, but it’s too late. He has pointed his staff at Pyleah and fired off a stream of magick that hits her and causes her to shudder uncontrollably as she drops to her feet.
“You murdering bitch!” he snarls, going completely feral.
He is on the verge of a Shift. I know it, we all know it. He is about to bust out his Dragon god form, and anyone who isnota god had better fucking run.
My heart shatters into a million pieces as it hits me that Savvie is dead; I grab Rook and lunge for the balcony, jumping over it as Theo does the same. We hit the ground as Trey leaps over the edge, landing next to us and looking up. We follow his gaze.
Flashes of bright red and green assault our eyes. We shield them, and my heart thumps again in my chest, having been stopped by Rath’s words as we suddenly hear Savannah cry out, “Rath! No!”
Chapter 33
Savannah
My lungs feel like they are on fire. My limbs feel heavy and useless. I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. I feel like I died for a moment before I was brought back somehow. My power? My connection to Rook and the ravens? I really don’t know. All I know is that when I opened my eyes, Rath was about to Shift before he threw a blast of magick at Pyleah so fierce it must’ve killed her.
There is no way that she could’ve survived that. Ifeltthe intensity of the magick. It was like a searing heat, full of rage.
I look up at the gigantic Dragon form of my god. He is about seventy feet tall. He has brought down the roof of the Palace with his height and several rooms to take his width. He is a glorious mix of red, green and gold and if I didn’t feel like shit on a stick, I would be drooling over him right now.
Unfortunately, he has made a slight error. The Light Fae army are panicking at the sight of him and are trying to hack him to bits with their swords. He doesn’t even get a scratch on his scales. He is built to be impenetrable. I just hope that if he wants to breathe fire, he will decide against it.
“Rath! No!” I call out again as he takes a swipe at the army, knocking them away, but not killing any of them. Deep down, he knows.
He turns his head to me and ducks it so that his globe like eyes, glowing bright green, stare at me.
I start to sweat. He could open up his huge maw and eat me alive if he wanted to. Lucky for me, he doesn’t. He huffs at me and then Shifts back to his human form to my relief.
“You’re alive,” he states.
“Yep,” I say, not wanting to addjust barelyin case he goes Dragon god on me again.
He turns to Ambrosia, who is cowering on the far side of the room, crying and trying to make herself as small as possible when he faces her.
“You can handle this, goddess?” he asks, looking back at me.
I nod and get to my feet. I must look a fright and I feel worse, but I’m not falling down to my knees while Ambrosia is watching. I’d rather die a thousand deaths.
He gives me a swift smile and then bends to examine Pyleah. She definitely looks dead.
