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Her heart set up a heavy racket, the pulse sounding in her ears. The blood rose part of her felt ramped up and excited beyond words for what was about to happen. The other part, the sensible, womanly fae part knew these men were in deep trouble since each had quickly devolved into a primordial state.
She trembled from both excitement and horror. She needed to do something, yet she was unable to move; she wanted to see the men fight for her.
Ian charged first, levitating and flying at Stone so fast he was only a blur. Using his head, he caught Stone in the chest, forcing him backward several yards. He landed on top of Stone at the foot of a large boulder not eight feet from the cliff edge.
When Ian rose up, Stone flew upward with a combination of levitation and sheer strength, catching Ian’s chin with his fist.
As Ian’s head jerked back, he flew in an arc through the air, then came to earth with a dull thud, landing on his back not far from where she stood. But by the time Stone moved in again, Ian was already on his feet and the battle was on.
Fists flew, the men grunted when struck and at times howled with a kind of fury Regan had never heard before.
They were equally matched and as they struck each other, they neared the cliff edge. Regan’s excitement began to wear off, replaced by an almost paralyzing dread.
She began to shake as the nature of the battle settled in hard. This would be a fight to the death over possession of her.
And she couldn’t let it happen. She couldn’t be the cause of the Nine Realms losing one of their most powerful mastyrs at a time when their world was on the brink of a civilization-ending war.
She sank to her knees.
She had to look away from the battling pair and close her ears to their terrible guttural sounds.
She had to reach Vojalie and she had to do it now.
There was one thing she did understand about her blood rose state. All the women who for whatever reason launched into this new state of being also gained power.
She took deep breaths and let her blood rose ability add new strength to her telepathic skill. The resulting vibration stunned her, but she made quick work and summoned the one woman who could help her.
Vojalie, she pathed. I’m in trouble. Please hear me. Vojalie, I learned early this morning I’m a blood rose and right now Mastyrs Stone and Ian are battling, but neither is in possession of a rational mind. They will fight to the death if something isn’t done. Can you help me?
For a moment, nothing returned, but it wasn’t Vojalie who responded. Instead Davido, her husband, a very ancient and powerful troll, pathed, We’ll be with you in a matter of seconds. Stay out of harm’s way and we’ll join you at your location.
Thank the Goddess, was all she could think to respond.
Tears streaked down her cheeks as she rose to her feet, her knees shaking. She stayed put, hating the sounds of the men roaring at each other, these men who had always been such excellent friends. Each had blood pouring off his body and so many bruises.
They were within two feet of the cliff edge. Regan shouted, “Ian. Stone. Look where you are!” If either tumbled off without engaging their levitation skills, they could hit the cliff wall and be knocked unconscious. With five hundred feet to go, serious injury and possibly death could follow.
But she might as well have whispered for all the good it did.
The next moment, she felt the arrival of Vojalie and Davido. She turned to them. “I’m so grateful you’ve come. I didn’t know what else to do. I can’t stop them.”
“Perfectly understandable,” Davido said. No one knew his exact age, only that he’d lived a very long time and was as wise as he was old. He also had a tremendous amount of power.
And as the two men took their battle over the cliff, Davido levitated a few feet off the ground, something most trolls couldn’t do. He then headed after them and disappeared into the gorge as well.
Regan put a hand to her chest. Anything could happen in a situation like this.
Don’t worry, the powerful fae pathed. Davido will take care of this. You’ll see.
Regan began counting her breaths. She wanted to go to the edge of the cliff to see what had happened, but couldn’t make her feet move.
The next moment, all three men returned, levitating above the edge of the gorge, Davido between and holding each by the arm.
Both Ian and Stone appeared confused as though they didn’t know what had happened.
Vojalie urged Regan to return to the house with her. “Let the men figure this out first.”
“Absolutely.”
