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she made a beeline for the conference room, paying no attention to her surroundings.
Halfway down the hallway, she stopped and twirled. Every muscle in her body screamed something was wrong. She turned to her men and surrounded her mates in a protective bubble before the corridor exploded. Debris fell all around her. Roman and Garth’s screams of rage echoed in the bubble.
Everything turned black around her.
Chapter Nine
Roman’s rage reached a new time high. He swore his heart was in his mouth. Parts of the ceiling and walls fell around her small frame and on top of her. Roman couldn’t move the protective barrier that held them in their prison. He thought he would die as he watched her fall to the ground. Wood and plaster covered her so they couldn’t see even an inch of her body. His roar of anger buzzed through the air, and Garth’s growl matched his. They pushed and attacked the wall that held them at bay, but nothing worked. He shoved against the barrier one more time, and it broke. Both of them rushed towards the pile of wood where she lay, grabbing debris off her body and throwing it everywhere.
“What the hell? Where is my daughter?” Drake screamed, running to them.
Roman didn’t even look up and yelled, “She’s buried under here. Chandler, you and Lucan better go see if whoever did this is still out there. I think they’re gone, but we have to make sure with the Queen here, and the other females are at risk too. Thomas, get your brothers and guard the females. Kane, we’re going to need Tovar here now…if she’s still alive.”
“I swear, after she heals, I’m going to tan her hide,” Garth raged. “What the hell did she think she was doing? She should’ve protected
herself, not us,” he hissed and pulled the last piece of wood off of her.
“Will you please stop growling?” Sierra whispered. “I have a head that is ready to explode. Oh, and you could say thanks for saving your ass, you know, because there is no way you’ll be spanking mine in the near future.” She tried to smile to reassure him, but was afraid to move.
Drake kneeled by his daughter and said, “Stay still, baby. You might’ve broken something. You have a big knot on your head too.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
Queen Loretta knelt on Sierra’s other side. Roman glanced up at the shimmer of Fey magic swirling around in the air. She put a small hand to Sierra’s shoulder. “She has a broken arm, leg, and a couple of ribs. Move back and I’ll heal her. Hold still, Sierra. You’ll be completely healed when I’m done, including your back. If I would’ve known earlier about your back, I would have healed it then.” She frowned up at Roman.
The Queen whispered words of magic, and Roman watched the wounds seal. Her bones shifted and snapped as they realigned and healed. Her pale features began to glow with health and vitality. Roman gazed in awe, watching new skin grow over scarred skin.
Roman and Garth eased her up into a sitting position between them. “Do we know who did this?” Roman demanded.
Sierra stared down at her feet. “It was Fey. His magic surrounded me before the explosion, like it was seeking something.”
“How do you know this?” her grandmother asked, frowning. “You haven’t been around many of us. Are you sure, Sierra?”
Sierra sighed and said, “I can recognize different kinds of magic, his level was lower than yours, but higher than mine. I knew I couldn’t fight it.”
“You can tell the difference between magic?” her grandmother asked. “I smell Witch magic along with Fey. Was he practicing both?”
“No, Grandmother. He only used Fey magic. What you smell is my magic,” Sierra said and curled closer to Roman, lowering her gaze. She’d never told anyone of her Witch’s magic—not even her father.
“What the hell? When? How did you…? Okay, young lady, you have some explaining to do, and I want answers now! Go to the hall. We’ll discuss
Halfway down the hallway, she stopped and twirled. Every muscle in her body screamed something was wrong. She turned to her men and surrounded her mates in a protective bubble before the corridor exploded. Debris fell all around her. Roman and Garth’s screams of rage echoed in the bubble.
Everything turned black around her.
Chapter Nine
Roman’s rage reached a new time high. He swore his heart was in his mouth. Parts of the ceiling and walls fell around her small frame and on top of her. Roman couldn’t move the protective barrier that held them in their prison. He thought he would die as he watched her fall to the ground. Wood and plaster covered her so they couldn’t see even an inch of her body. His roar of anger buzzed through the air, and Garth’s growl matched his. They pushed and attacked the wall that held them at bay, but nothing worked. He shoved against the barrier one more time, and it broke. Both of them rushed towards the pile of wood where she lay, grabbing debris off her body and throwing it everywhere.
“What the hell? Where is my daughter?” Drake screamed, running to them.
Roman didn’t even look up and yelled, “She’s buried under here. Chandler, you and Lucan better go see if whoever did this is still out there. I think they’re gone, but we have to make sure with the Queen here, and the other females are at risk too. Thomas, get your brothers and guard the females. Kane, we’re going to need Tovar here now…if she’s still alive.”
“I swear, after she heals, I’m going to tan her hide,” Garth raged. “What the hell did she think she was doing? She should’ve protected
herself, not us,” he hissed and pulled the last piece of wood off of her.
“Will you please stop growling?” Sierra whispered. “I have a head that is ready to explode. Oh, and you could say thanks for saving your ass, you know, because there is no way you’ll be spanking mine in the near future.” She tried to smile to reassure him, but was afraid to move.
Drake kneeled by his daughter and said, “Stay still, baby. You might’ve broken something. You have a big knot on your head too.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
Queen Loretta knelt on Sierra’s other side. Roman glanced up at the shimmer of Fey magic swirling around in the air. She put a small hand to Sierra’s shoulder. “She has a broken arm, leg, and a couple of ribs. Move back and I’ll heal her. Hold still, Sierra. You’ll be completely healed when I’m done, including your back. If I would’ve known earlier about your back, I would have healed it then.” She frowned up at Roman.
The Queen whispered words of magic, and Roman watched the wounds seal. Her bones shifted and snapped as they realigned and healed. Her pale features began to glow with health and vitality. Roman gazed in awe, watching new skin grow over scarred skin.
Roman and Garth eased her up into a sitting position between them. “Do we know who did this?” Roman demanded.
Sierra stared down at her feet. “It was Fey. His magic surrounded me before the explosion, like it was seeking something.”
“How do you know this?” her grandmother asked, frowning. “You haven’t been around many of us. Are you sure, Sierra?”
Sierra sighed and said, “I can recognize different kinds of magic, his level was lower than yours, but higher than mine. I knew I couldn’t fight it.”
“You can tell the difference between magic?” her grandmother asked. “I smell Witch magic along with Fey. Was he practicing both?”
“No, Grandmother. He only used Fey magic. What you smell is my magic,” Sierra said and curled closer to Roman, lowering her gaze. She’d never told anyone of her Witch’s magic—not even her father.
“What the hell? When? How did you…? Okay, young lady, you have some explaining to do, and I want answers now! Go to the hall. We’ll discuss
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