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Authors: Claudy Conn
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ski jacket, ripped apart the sweater I had on under that, and managed to cut deep into my skin. Uh oh, something in its claws had seeped into my blood , something bad.
And oddly enough, all I could think at that moment was that I had to get back to the war room. I had to get to those maps, and if I could, this time I had to make more of an effort to kill Gais and honor my father.
It wasn’t going to be easy, but I didn’t want to die until I knew Gais was dead. That was my goal, although Danté’s face pulled on my heart and spoke softly to me … words that didn’t quite register. I had to tell him, as angry as I was about Morrigu naked on his thigh, but I had to let him know. “Danté,” I whispered out loud. “I love you … I hope you can hear me. If I don’t make it, I love you …”
“No, Z … don’t go back there—” Rolo started to say just as I shifted in the thick gook of the Dark Realm’s atmosphere and landed in Gais’s war chamber. I scanned the room, but Gaiscioch wasn’t there.
The table that had once housed the maps with the information I needed was empty with the exception of one low-burning lamp. The room was enveloped in fog of black magic that pulsated with evil, and for a moment I felt a sense of panic. I bucked myself up. I had everything I needed to defeat Gais, and I had to do just that. My dad’s memory was vividly on my mind, bolstering me through the sudden sharp pain in my right arm.
Obviously Gais had spelled the room, and I realized it probably gave him a warning of my arrival. This was what Rolo had tried to tell me was a dumb move, and just as I stood silently agreeing with him, I noticed blood not only covered my arm but was dripping onto the stone floor at my feet, leaving a puddle.
I glanced away from it and scanned the room again, not quite able to focus for a minute. Not good. My arm should already have been healing—the Fae in me should have been healing the wound.
As half human, my wounds healed slower than most Fae, but I healed. However—not this time. It was getting worse by the minute. It looked already infected, and I knew I was in serious trouble.
I was beginning to feel the poison surge through my system and felt powerless to stop it. My human element was receding into shock, but I didn’t feel as though I were being paralyzed. “Rolo …” I whispered.
You have to let go, Z. Let go of your human! Rolo screamed the words into my head, and I tried to concentrate. How does one let go of what they have been? How does the body reject what it is sure it is?
Before I could explore the possibilities and help myself, I was staring at Gaiscioch, who had suddenly shifted into the war room, only ten feet away from where I tottered.
I straightened up, determined not to appear weak—determined to hold my own against the grinning bastard. It occurred to me that he was way too handsome for the evil thing he had become. He should look the part … like a shark.
He shook his head and smirked at me. “Well then, just what kind of a warrior are you ? Letting one of those things connect with you—tsk, tsk. Not as proficient with your Fae skills as you thought you were, eh, Daoine?”
His tone goaded me and somehow gave me the strength to sneer at him with a great measure of bravado I was far from feeling. Bluster , I told myself, bluster … and get the hell out of here. Did I listen to me? No.
I prepared myself as instinct took over, guided me, and told me just what he had in mind. I waited as he looked me over. I waited for the moment he would shift at me with his death sword aimed.
I sensed it the moment he went into his mind. I sniffed at his scent and forced myself to wait a fraction of a moment.
If I timed it wrong I knew I would have his death sword buried in my gut.
Just as I felt him shift, I jumped out of his way. His face was a mask of fury, and he lunged towards me, but again, I was ready for him, and this time, I shifted.
This time I
And oddly enough, all I could think at that moment was that I had to get back to the war room. I had to get to those maps, and if I could, this time I had to make more of an effort to kill Gais and honor my father.
It wasn’t going to be easy, but I didn’t want to die until I knew Gais was dead. That was my goal, although Danté’s face pulled on my heart and spoke softly to me … words that didn’t quite register. I had to tell him, as angry as I was about Morrigu naked on his thigh, but I had to let him know. “Danté,” I whispered out loud. “I love you … I hope you can hear me. If I don’t make it, I love you …”
“No, Z … don’t go back there—” Rolo started to say just as I shifted in the thick gook of the Dark Realm’s atmosphere and landed in Gais’s war chamber. I scanned the room, but Gaiscioch wasn’t there.
The table that had once housed the maps with the information I needed was empty with the exception of one low-burning lamp. The room was enveloped in fog of black magic that pulsated with evil, and for a moment I felt a sense of panic. I bucked myself up. I had everything I needed to defeat Gais, and I had to do just that. My dad’s memory was vividly on my mind, bolstering me through the sudden sharp pain in my right arm.
Obviously Gais had spelled the room, and I realized it probably gave him a warning of my arrival. This was what Rolo had tried to tell me was a dumb move, and just as I stood silently agreeing with him, I noticed blood not only covered my arm but was dripping onto the stone floor at my feet, leaving a puddle.
I glanced away from it and scanned the room again, not quite able to focus for a minute. Not good. My arm should already have been healing—the Fae in me should have been healing the wound.
As half human, my wounds healed slower than most Fae, but I healed. However—not this time. It was getting worse by the minute. It looked already infected, and I knew I was in serious trouble.
I was beginning to feel the poison surge through my system and felt powerless to stop it. My human element was receding into shock, but I didn’t feel as though I were being paralyzed. “Rolo …” I whispered.
You have to let go, Z. Let go of your human! Rolo screamed the words into my head, and I tried to concentrate. How does one let go of what they have been? How does the body reject what it is sure it is?
Before I could explore the possibilities and help myself, I was staring at Gaiscioch, who had suddenly shifted into the war room, only ten feet away from where I tottered.
I straightened up, determined not to appear weak—determined to hold my own against the grinning bastard. It occurred to me that he was way too handsome for the evil thing he had become. He should look the part … like a shark.
He shook his head and smirked at me. “Well then, just what kind of a warrior are you ? Letting one of those things connect with you—tsk, tsk. Not as proficient with your Fae skills as you thought you were, eh, Daoine?”
His tone goaded me and somehow gave me the strength to sneer at him with a great measure of bravado I was far from feeling. Bluster , I told myself, bluster … and get the hell out of here. Did I listen to me? No.
I prepared myself as instinct took over, guided me, and told me just what he had in mind. I waited as he looked me over. I waited for the moment he would shift at me with his death sword aimed.
I sensed it the moment he went into his mind. I sniffed at his scent and forced myself to wait a fraction of a moment.
If I timed it wrong I knew I would have his death sword buried in my gut.
Just as I felt him shift, I jumped out of his way. His face was a mask of fury, and he lunged towards me, but again, I was ready for him, and this time, I shifted.
This time I
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