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Guilt weighs against my lungs and it’s hard to breathe. I roll my rage into a tight fist, gripping the unicorn horn. I want revenge.
I blur through the open side of the mountain, the cold air hitting my face. The circular landscape that used to be undisturbed snow is now a battlefield.
And a black dragon dips between two trolls, legs stretched out and his claws extended.
Nyx.
He roars, snagging me by the shoulders. I yelp being thrown through the air, missing the side of the mountain by a fraction of an inch. We dip below a troll's wrath as he reaches for us, growling when he misses, but his attention is snatched by another dragon who blows fire in his face.
Raiden.
Nyx lands and we skid a few feet across the snow and ice. Cold blasts me in the face, snow plunging into my mouth. I roll until I come to a stop, get onto my hands and knees, and spit the slush in my mouth out. I’m barely able to catch my damn breath before I hear a menacing rumble coming from my right.
I stand, wiping my hands on my dress. Straightening my spine, I prepare for Nyx’s onslaught.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he yells at me. “I told you to stay away from the fight. I told you to be safe. I told you to find Anwyll. Why won’t you listen to me? What would I do? What would I do if I lost you?” He charges at me, taking my neck in his hand, and yanks me closer to his face. “You and Cailian are all I have. So listen to me,” he begs, a plea frowning his eyes. “Because if you don’t, if I lose either of you in this—” He stops speaking, rolling his lips together. His eyelashes become wet before cutting those golden irises to mine. “Just take my flaming heart and watch it smoke. Watch it die. Watch me turn to ashwithout you, without him. So please, just… just fucking listen to me,” he shouts until his voice breaks with emotion.
He clings to me, one hand on the back of my neck while the other cups my cheek. “Please, just listen to me. I can’t… I can’t breathe at the thought.”
“I understand. I feel the exact same way, but I won’t apologize for finding you. Anwyll came back to give me this.” I press the horn against his chest, and he looks down, brows pinched in confusion.
“It’s a stick. What the hell am I going to do with a damn stick?”
“Nyx!” Raiden calls from the sky and we both look up just in time to see him dodge an oversized, light green arm that is followed by a troll’s roar.
They are hideous creatures with different shades of muted green skin. They have eyes too big for their head and every time they roar, their breath smells like decomposition. They have straggly pieces of hair, a unibrow, and three fingers on each hand.
The next second Raiden is being held upside down by his legs and the troll swings his weapon, but he lifts his body to miss it.
“I need help!”
“Use this. This is a unicorn horn. It can kill them. Go! Just trust me. I’m going to go find Cailian.”
He gives me a look of disbelief before sprinting away, his wings spreading then he takes flight. He swirls around each swing, then dives between the troll's legs, spewing fire at his thighs. The trolls screams, releasing Raiden.
Nyx lands on the troll’s shoulder and then stabs him in the temple. Blood oozes down the troll’s body and he begins to sway to keep his stance. It isn’t enough.
He falls.
And when he hits the ground, the entire ground shakes from the force.
The dragons cheer from the kill, only leaving a few trolls left to take care of when someone presses something sharp against my neck. I hold my breath, trying to calculate who this can be.
“You’ll make me a lot of money in The Menagerie Trade on the forbidden market. All the rarities. All the pretties.” He spins me around, and I expect this man to be someone I know, but I don’t recognize him at all.
I push my fear through the bond to my beloveds. I keep my features schooled as they respond, the strings of our souls thrumming.
“I’m Nyx’s wizard, Erelix.”
To say I’m shocked is an understatement. I know Nyx has been looking high and low for him. He’s been worried, hoping his wizard is safe.
“You’ve been plotting against him. Why?”
“Why not? I’ve been trying to kill this bloodline for centuries. Luckily the trolls took care of his father’s firebond and then the elf killed his father. It was a win. I am the one with the true power. Me. This kingdom would be nothing without me. I deserve to sit on the throne not some fucking dragon,” he spits, the vein in his forehead protruding as his face turns red.
He has sandy blonde hair and an aged face with wrinkles around his mouth and eyes. He has a villain’s face, gaunt cheeks, and sunken darkened eyes.
“His father’s firebond? What are you talking about?”
