Page 77 of Trial of Thorns
But there she is, facing down four powerful fae with a confidence that scares the shit out of me. Even I wouldn’t face those four on my own.
Is she more powerful than me? Or does she intend to commit suicide to help me flee? Why? What does that prove?
“Go!” she yells, and I sprint through the gap in the stone. Only a moment later a boom shakes the ground beneath my feet, blasting me forward.
I fly through the air, and the last thing I feel before my visions goes black is course sand slamming into my face.
Caelynn
Igroan as I pull mybody onto my knees. “Ow,” I say angrily, even though I only have myself to blame. All four of my enemy fae are out cold, blown back at least fifty feet behind me.
Fighting four powerful fae would have been nearly impossible. But using every ounce of my magic all at once—a surprise attack they didn’t see coming—was like damn bomb. I’d made sure to pull as much hypnosis into the surge as possible so they should be unconscious or at least too dizzy to function for hours.
I’m just hoping that’s enough time.
Because my magical well is now entirely empty. I used it all. Every ounce.
I will be weak for several hours and won’t be at full power again until morning.
I scramble through the barely-standing stone wall, rubble crumbling down on my head as I pass through the doorway.
On the other side, I find Tyadin struggling to drag Rev through the sand. He stops when he sees me approaching. “What the hell did you do?”
I ignore his outburst. “Finally choose an ally, did you?”
He shrugs, his expression clear he’s not particularly happy about it.
“Thank you.”
“Why are we saving him? Is he an ally now too?”
“It’s us or death.” I shrug. “I guess we’ll find out which one he chooses when he wakes.”
“What happened? They turned on him?” He nods to the bodies lying helplessly in the sand.
“Apparently someone outside the competition wants him dead. Not out of the competition—like, no longer breathing.”
