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Hannah ran as fast as she could through the living room, down the hall, and found the door on the right that led to the balcony.
The golden light loomed now.
She saw Jude and reached him just as Margetta appeared through the
mist, her hand extended toward him.
Death was in that hand.
Hannah let her power rise and as it did she directed her palms toward Margetta and watched flames leave her arms and hands, catching Margetta in the chest.
The ancient fae, also part wraith, shrieked in the horrible way the Invictus wraith had the night before, her pain obvious. She rose in the air, higher and higher and the mist flowed with her.
Hannah moved away from Jude and the troll who’d fallen near him.
She had one goal right now, not to make this easy for the woman who’d caused so much suffering in the Nine Realms and who had apparently been a heartbeat away from killing Jude.
She lifted both her arms and the tingling in her palms turned to fire once more. She aimed at the mist, wanting every last bit of it gone.
Margetta flew faster but everywhere the fire touched the mist, the mist evaporated.
She kept it up until Margetta’s golden light disappeared and all the mist was gone.
When Hannah lowered her arms, her heart was racing so fast that she had to struggle to catch her breath. She forced herself to calm down, but all the adrenaline she’d released at finding Jude close to annihilation, had left her shaking.
She pressed her body up against the balustrade for support.
“Hannah?”
“Jude.” She moved back to him, suddenly afraid Margetta had wounded him.
He sat up, looking dazed. “You made it.”
“Just in time, thank God.”
“Was it Margetta?”
“Yes, but she’s gone now, the mist with her.”
His gaze shifted to the troll. “Nathan, you okay?”
Hannah glanced behind her and saw that the troll now sat against the low stone wall, but his eyes rolled in his head.
“I don’t think he can talk, yet, but he doesn’t look injured or anything.”
Movement in the sky had Hannah ready to fire up again, but she immediately recognized Paul, and worked once more at calming down. Paul dropped down to the balcony close to Nathan.
“What happened here?” Paul asked.
Jude shook his head, still sitting. “The mist came on so fast, then I just fell and blacked out. It happened in an instant.” He turned to Hannah. “Are you okay?”
Hannah nodded.
Paul drew next to Jude, frowning heavily. “This has to explain the attack in the north, how those families died. The ancient fae must have used this mist to immobilize them, then killed them.”
“I’d have to agree.”
Paul extended his hand down to Jude, lifting him to his feet. Jude shifted on his feet, then planted a hand on the railing to keep his balance. “By all the elf lords, I’m still damn dizzy.”
