Page 71 of Darkening Truth
She grabs the hand holding the dagger and forces it around, making it plunge into his own stomach and then kicks him out of the way as he howls in pain.
I roll my eyes. It was only a little dagger. It’s hardly going to kill him. The fucker is behaving like it’s the end for fuck sake.
I can’t help but smirk as I see Farren roll her eyes too, and then blast him with a stream of magic that knocks him out cold and stops the incessant wailing.
The fact that she’s gravely wounded one of their friends clearly pisses off those who are left more because instead of surrendering, which would have been the wise choice given that she’s already successfully put several of them on the floor, the remaining two decide to double down on their attack.
She manages to dodge the magical attacks coming her way, but the fist flying directly toward her face is too quick.
Her head snaps to the side as it makes contact.
Rage floods my veins as I feel my beast come forward, ready to tear apart her attacker. A growl escapes me as I desperately try to regain my control.
Her gaze meets mine.
Everything stops, the beast calms and I’m able to get a grip on my shift as she smiles, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, making that rage bubble again.
Before I can shift, ready to risk it all, I watch in utter fascination as her expression changes, and within a split second, the remaining men are unconscious, around her feet.
She was playing with them.
She would have continued to play with them as well, but somehow she knew I was here. I don’t know if she knew that if they’d laid one more fucking finger on her, then I would have ripped out their throats, but she stopped it.
She’s fucking stunning.
She tilts her head ever so slightly as she continues to watch me unwaveringly.
I want to go to her, I want to make sure that she’s okay, and I want to end the fuckers that dare to threaten her.
Walk the fuck away, Rast.
Forcing myself to turn around and walk back to my office is the hardest fucking thing that I have done in a long time.
Farren
What the fuck was that about?
I was happy to carry on playing with the fuckers, especially since they were finally starting to be fun, but then I caught sight of him.
Aldrastos.
He looked like he was about to go on a bloody and violent murdering spree and was barely stopping himself. He was clearly on the edge of shifting, and for some reason, I knew that if he were to shift, it would be a really bad thing.
So I didn’t carry on playing like I wanted to, I ended it.
He walked away.
That pisses me off, but I don’t know why, and in fact, everything to do with him pisses me off.
Stupid, sexy, supernatural, making me question shit.
I definitely didn’t mean sexy.
For fuck sake. Get a fucking hold of yourself.
“What the fuck happened, Farren?” Storm asks as he and the guys come out from the locker rooms and look over me with concern.
Chapter Twenty-Three
