Page 177 of Rose and Shadows
I burst into the fray while he was busy with them, leapt toward him from the side with my vampire speed and my wolf agility in one, then slashed my claws across his throat.
I didn’t kill.
It was a known rule of mine.
But he was gonna kill Sylas and my dad.
Sylas couldn’t hold that shield against concentrated Celestial magic for much longer, and channeling my dad was gonna killhim, just to buy a few extra minutes.
I had to… I fucking had to.
I heard my dad and Sylas cry out to me.
But my focus was on Morien as he staggered and clutched at his now spurting throat, blood absolutely drenching his hand as he put pressure on.
I screwed up my face at the awful gagging, spluttering sound that went along with it.
And… fuck… his blood… I could smell the toxicity and it was absolutely disgusting.
He turned and collapsed to his knees, his back to us, his body shaking as blood flowed fucking everywhere.
I heard shocked gasps from some of the Dark Fae.
Even my dad’s vampires, who started in on the Dark Fae again, some of the assholes spinning and breaking from the concentrated stream to turn it on The Shadowed agents.
I didn’t look over my shoulder at my dad and Sylas.
I couldn’t see the looks on their faces right now.
I also couldn’t see Sylas suffering and my dad desiccating.
I zoned in on Morien’s heartbeat as I moved in to finish it, about to burst forward and crush his fucking face in my hands to speed up his death.
But his pulse abruptly evened out.
Evened out when he’d lost that much blood?
No. it should be crawling now.
He should be almost—
He spun, firing a blast of his gray power at me.
Sylas and my dad’s roars filled my ears as it slammed into my chest and sent me hurtling into the wall of the mansion, stone cracking and breaking as a choked curse escaped me.
Bones cracked at the impact, and I felt my ribs shatter, puncturing a lung and making me wheeze.
Morien swept his hand to the side and it ripped me off the wall and shoved me down onto my stomach, making me splutter up blood and fight to breathe.
He was there in the next moment, wrapping a glowing gray hand around my throat as he wrenched me up before him, holding me off the ground by infusing his magic into his physical strength.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t move at all.
He had me paralyzed with that fucking spell.
“Remnant, bear witness now to the death of that which you hold dearest in this world,” he boomed.
