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impact. I’m dead for sure.
It happened so fast… the unbelievable! A ball of white light hits Death’s chest and throws him back against a tree. He’s down.
Scrambling on my butt, I turn and leap up to run, but halt, face to face with a warrior. He’s in armor, that is dark and sleek covering his body. Have I seen him before? He is up close to me. He is the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. His wavy hair and hazel eyes, smart assessing. From full flight to completely stunned, I can’t move.
His commanding voice is but a whisper: “Stay quiet and hide.”
My knight in shining armor who’s here to help me? I nod, wince and touch my bloody, throbbing shoulder. Something is stuck in it — a knife, a branch, a freaking Mack truck! Gah, the pain it pulses all over my back and side. I try to control my breathing so that it’s quiet, but I’m starting to shake. I have no control. I hope this warrior is a good guy who doesn’t want me equally dead, or I’m in big trouble.
Death laughs.
“Ah, the Guardian comes to protect his little witchy queen wannabe, does he? Finally, an opponent worth my time!” The creature huffs again and again, as if smelling the air.
The gorgeous guy vanishes from my side. I hide behind brush at the side of two trees and try to be as small as possible without causing more pain in my shoulder and back, hugging my knees. I close my eyes. I try to slow my breath to find my magick, but where the hell is it? Pain overrides everything. I tug on my hoodie’s zipper my cotton shirt is sticky with my sweat. I touch my shoulder and feel blood.
SMASH. Thud.
A loud crash sends a tree falling next to me, and a white ball of light illuminates the forest. Then I hear the clanging of metal. Swords? Someone falls hard.
Should I run?
“You can come out now, Willow.”
He knows my name?
I slowly stand, then bend forward just as quickly, I wobble. Blood pools down my side. My shirt is soaked. Fear turns into anger. I walk over to the animal-death-creep thing and kick him in the groin.
“Asshole!” I yell. My hand starts to light up with the scrolling design. Jezz, finally!
In his unconsciousness, he takes it like most males and curls to the side.
The gorgeous guy smirks. “Um… okay, then.” Shaking his finger at the creature, he says, “No children, then, Tertium.”
“Tertium? This thing has a name, and you know him?” I take a small step back holding my left arm steady.
His head tilts to the side. “Yes, by reputation only. He’s not a ‘thing,’ he’s a demon blood warrior.” He says this like it’s a well-known fact.
I shake my head, not believing what just happened.
He continues, “For simplicity, he’s an assassin. Although not a very good one.” He kicks over at the demon’s feet. Then he throws a stone to the ground, which unfolds and grows, the light focused on Tertium.
Tertium opens his eyes and focuses on me. “More will come. Your father will pay too, little witch. The demons will feast on his heart for all the glorious dark—”
Suddenly he’s gone. The light is shrinking back to its stone shape.
The gorgeous hero sticks out his hand. “Enough of the mysterious. I’m Rhydian, and your father sent me to watch over you.”
Watch over me? Rhydian doesn’t look that much older than me. Wow, that face. I clear my thoughts, with the pain pulsing in my shoulder.
I gesture to where Tertium just vanished. “Thank you for that.”
“Yeah, Tertium isn’t much of a threat. All bark, and not much bite. Whoa!” He winces at me and points to my shoulder.
“It’s bad, isn’t it? It freaking hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” Although the pain is starting to fade, but so is my vision and balance. I think I might pass out.
He’s behind me. He moves my hair to the side and is touching my back, looking at my wound. I can barely feel him there, just the throbbing. “It’s gonna hurt for a second, but I can heal you quickly enough.
It happened so fast… the unbelievable! A ball of white light hits Death’s chest and throws him back against a tree. He’s down.
Scrambling on my butt, I turn and leap up to run, but halt, face to face with a warrior. He’s in armor, that is dark and sleek covering his body. Have I seen him before? He is up close to me. He is the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. His wavy hair and hazel eyes, smart assessing. From full flight to completely stunned, I can’t move.
His commanding voice is but a whisper: “Stay quiet and hide.”
My knight in shining armor who’s here to help me? I nod, wince and touch my bloody, throbbing shoulder. Something is stuck in it — a knife, a branch, a freaking Mack truck! Gah, the pain it pulses all over my back and side. I try to control my breathing so that it’s quiet, but I’m starting to shake. I have no control. I hope this warrior is a good guy who doesn’t want me equally dead, or I’m in big trouble.
Death laughs.
“Ah, the Guardian comes to protect his little witchy queen wannabe, does he? Finally, an opponent worth my time!” The creature huffs again and again, as if smelling the air.
The gorgeous guy vanishes from my side. I hide behind brush at the side of two trees and try to be as small as possible without causing more pain in my shoulder and back, hugging my knees. I close my eyes. I try to slow my breath to find my magick, but where the hell is it? Pain overrides everything. I tug on my hoodie’s zipper my cotton shirt is sticky with my sweat. I touch my shoulder and feel blood.
SMASH. Thud.
A loud crash sends a tree falling next to me, and a white ball of light illuminates the forest. Then I hear the clanging of metal. Swords? Someone falls hard.
Should I run?
“You can come out now, Willow.”
He knows my name?
I slowly stand, then bend forward just as quickly, I wobble. Blood pools down my side. My shirt is soaked. Fear turns into anger. I walk over to the animal-death-creep thing and kick him in the groin.
“Asshole!” I yell. My hand starts to light up with the scrolling design. Jezz, finally!
In his unconsciousness, he takes it like most males and curls to the side.
The gorgeous guy smirks. “Um… okay, then.” Shaking his finger at the creature, he says, “No children, then, Tertium.”
“Tertium? This thing has a name, and you know him?” I take a small step back holding my left arm steady.
His head tilts to the side. “Yes, by reputation only. He’s not a ‘thing,’ he’s a demon blood warrior.” He says this like it’s a well-known fact.
I shake my head, not believing what just happened.
He continues, “For simplicity, he’s an assassin. Although not a very good one.” He kicks over at the demon’s feet. Then he throws a stone to the ground, which unfolds and grows, the light focused on Tertium.
Tertium opens his eyes and focuses on me. “More will come. Your father will pay too, little witch. The demons will feast on his heart for all the glorious dark—”
Suddenly he’s gone. The light is shrinking back to its stone shape.
The gorgeous hero sticks out his hand. “Enough of the mysterious. I’m Rhydian, and your father sent me to watch over you.”
Watch over me? Rhydian doesn’t look that much older than me. Wow, that face. I clear my thoughts, with the pain pulsing in my shoulder.
I gesture to where Tertium just vanished. “Thank you for that.”
“Yeah, Tertium isn’t much of a threat. All bark, and not much bite. Whoa!” He winces at me and points to my shoulder.
“It’s bad, isn’t it? It freaking hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” Although the pain is starting to fade, but so is my vision and balance. I think I might pass out.
He’s behind me. He moves my hair to the side and is touching my back, looking at my wound. I can barely feel him there, just the throbbing. “It’s gonna hurt for a second, but I can heal you quickly enough.
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