Page 70 of Sinless Demons
“Johnn,” he looks to me. “Shut up,” I whisper, and his brows pull low over his brown eyes.
“You’re a banished woman with no title. You cannot inherit your father’s crown. Only a blood-born Sinclaire of royal title can be Queen. There are rules!” Johnn steps forward, and that’s all it takes. That one little step.
And the room explodes with power. Black magic cuts out in inky colors. I shove the advisor out of the way, but the slicing energy hits Waltry straight through his eye. I don’t have time to find the breath in my lungs as my wings splay out, and I catch the air. I’m soaring down on her in seconds. My hands hit her shoulders and the force of my attack sends the solid throne to its back. With deadly intent, she shoves me off her, but we both go scattering across the floor.
“You can’t harm me,” I scream at her.
“And neither can you,” she hisses back, clawing at my hair for some sort of leverage as we grapple against one another. “But my friends can,” she adds with a manic smile.
I blink at her for several seconds.
And then a buzzing sound stings through the air. A thousand sharp needles pierce my skin. A scream tears from my throat, and I slap at the tiny insects, but there are too many of them.
“Pixies,” Damien whispers.
His big palms catches a few, and a cracking wet sound follows as he fists his hands together hard. Glitter slides through his knuckles. But there are so, so many more.
As I scream and kick and slap at the vile little creatures, a groan hums through a man just two feet from me.
Corva’s knee comes up over and over again right between Zaviar’s legs as he holds her by her throat against the ground. His arms tremble, but he never lets her go.
Until that lethal magic of hers slices out. It cuts through him, and I scream out with too much emotion in my voice as he falls to her side.
Krave, Damien, the King’s guard, and the Shadow Guard rush the flurry of pixies and my powerful sister. Damien’s big black wings fan out, and he tackles the demon fae to the ground with so much force, the floor shakes beneath me.
Smoke and magic burn through the room. It fills my lungs and attacks me just as much as the pixies slicing their swords into my flesh.
Blood coats my skin. I run as fast as I can, and when I find one more of the men I care about bleeding out from Corva’s magic, the bond inside me rips open with newfound rage.
Just as Johnn said, there are rules.
And mate magic, it overrules vow magic.
I slink into the shadows along the wall. I black out the candles there, until a dense darkness covers me like a blanket. I use the unseen shadow magic for my own use. I use it to ink closer and closer and closer.
Before lurching forward. The sword in my hand is striking, it sweeps down with power and intent. The blade lands hard. It lodges deep. The inky smoke around me is too thick for me to see where I struck her at.
But I know I struck her.
The wafting black fog clears little by little. It funnels through the room and is collected from the source it originated from:
My sister. She stands in front of me with Damien gasping at her feet, his face bloody but his body intact. The sword protrudes from her, sticking out at a sharp angle from her back. She smiles at me.
Confusion falls across my face, and when she turns, the tip of the blade is embedded into her back. But her black dress that covers her spine is a wavering color. It’s... translucent.
Smoke.
“I’m made of smoke magic, sweet sister.” She wretches the blade from her body, pulling the weapon straight through her stomach and out her front in an alarming way. “Andyou—you just broke our vow.”
Her arm comes straight back, and she rails the sharp tip of the blade straight through my stomach in the blink of an eye.
The air in my lungs catches. Warmth seeps over my hands as they shakily slide down the front of my gown. The fabric becomes darker. And my palms become slicker.
The fighting rages on around me as I struggle to keep a breath in my lungs. Damien and Krave battle shimmering pixies. Light reflects in their eyes.
They’ll never know how incredibly handsome they are when they’re determined.
Ryke... he’s safe. He’s safe for now.
