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“There’s no way you can tell that from smelling him.”
Rycon smiled at me. “No, but I have eyes, Kitten. I’m sure you just need to say sorry for whatever it is you said to hurt his little baby feelings and he’ll happily kiss you and make up.”
My face flushed again at the thought of Amon kissing me, and Rycon’s grin widened as he read my thoughts.
“I’m sure he’d be willing to do much more than that.” He purred, “Just make sure you block the bond when it finally happens. I don’t really have any interest in seeing the Prince of Pride’s cock.”
“Rycon!” I exclaimed, slapping him in the arm. “You’re disgusting.”
“So you’ve said.”
I was about to snap back with a retort when suddenly he threw his arm out in front of me. His nostrils flared again, and I rolled my eyes.
“Would you stop smel-”
“Shut up.” He hissed at me, and his skin rippled. I froze.
Something was wrong.
35
An arrow whizzed by my face and burrowed directly into Rycon’s shoulder. Red blood exploded from the wound and spilled down his white T-shirt. I barely had time to react before he wrapped his hand around the shaft and ripped it out of his chest, without a second thought.
A normal person would have gone into shock, or been at the very least, a little worried that they had just been shot in the chest. Rycon looked like his birthday had come a day early.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” He roared. I followed his line of sight and saw several dark figures crouched in the trees above, each one with a bow. The top halves of their faces were covered in wooden masks that looked to have been hand carved. Their mouths and noses were exposed, but had been painted red. The resulting effect was terrifying.
Rycon glanced back at me, almost as an afterthought.
“I’m going to go kill those guys. Try not to die while I’m gone.” Faster than I could blink, he was up the nearest tree and leaping through the branches. The figures launched another volley of arrows at him and Rycon evaded them effortlessly. He took out the first figure in a matter of seconds with his bare hands. I watched him twist the assailant’s head so hard I was surprised it didn’t snap right off of its body.
I heard another arrow come for me before I saw it. It whizzed through the air and hit me square in the chest. The force of the arrow threw me to the forest floor, and I let out a blood curdling scream. I was dead. I was dead for sure. I kept thinking, until I realized that though it had hurt, it should have hurt a great deal more if I was going to bleed out. I looked down and thanked The Origin for restructium.
The arrow hadn’t even made a dent in my armor. It must have glanced right off when it hit me. The majority of the pain I was feeling was from the sheer force of the impact. Ok. Not dead. That was good. I just needed to think.
Another arrow came whizzing by, and burrowed into the tree behind me, a centimeter from where my head had been. Fuck. The restructium wouldn’t save me from a head shot.
Masked figures started dropping from the branches above. Three of them surrounded me. I pushed myself up from the ground to face them. My mind was racing. The bleating panic that filled me took control and I couldn’t get a grip on myself.
I was outnumbered. I realized quickly that these were shifters. I could tell by their auras, and the way they moved. They were incredibly fast. The masked shifters began to circle me. I tried to keep them from getting behind me but couldn’t, there were too many of them.
I yelped as one of them grabbed me from behind, holding a very sharp knife to my throat. The other two crept in closer, as the shifter who had grabbed me buried his face into my neck inhaling deeply.
My entire body convulsed, and I bucked against my attacker, trying to break free. I had to do something. But my mind was blank, wiped clean with panic and terror.
I felt the sharp graze of teeth, as the shifter opened his mouth against my neck. His hot, slimy tongue licked up the length of my throat to my chin. He chuckled softly as I struggled against him.
“The blood in this one has power.” He growled, nuzzling deeper into my jaw. I bucked again, and fought against him, but he was impossibly strong. The other two shifters crept closer.
“Let us have a taste.” One of them said, nearly crawling on all fours. I would not beg. I would not -
Abruptly, I found myself free. The shifter that had been holding me was simply not there anymore. I turned confused, just in time to watch a body with no skin drop screaming to its knees before its head exploded.
Brain matter splattered across the clearing, and I turned away instinctively to avoid getting sprayed in the face. I whipped around just in time to find Amon, holding something that looked like a human spine in one hand, his other hand buried deep in a shifter’s chest. I was sure he had his fingers wrapped around his heart.
I watched in horror as he tore the shifter’s heart out before my eyes and the body fell to the ground. The corpse toppled onto the body of his dead comrade that just so happened to be missing a spinal column. Amon threw the bloody string of vertebrae on top of the dead shifters in disgust before turning to me.
He was furious.
