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The line continues for what feels like forever.
A small girl, no older than four or five, offers me a bracelet of pastel-colored beads.
“This is beautiful,” I tell her, pulling my dress to the side so I can squat down. “Thank you.” I bow my head, offering her my gratitude.
Commotion draws my attention, but I fall flat on my ass as agony rips through my gut with staggering force.
My hand flies to cup my stomach, but when I pull my fingers away, there’s no blood.
A second later, pure fire crosses my throat.
The girl’s mother scoops her up, gasping as she glances across the room.
My entire world freezes as Ary disappears from my soul. It doesn’t make any sense, but normally, I can feel her beating heart in my chest as if it were my own.
One of my mates tries to pull me to my feet.
I allow it.
“Let me go,” I hiss, but his grip tightens as I toss myself toward Ary. I look up and find Hex. His eyes are wide with shock, but I won’t be held back.
He pulls me close with a firm hold that I can’t shake out of. “Stop,” Hex growls. “I’m trying to keep you safe, dammit.”
“Ali,” Korso bellows. He’s my sister’s mate and one of my oldest friends.
They know what I’m capable of.
If they’re calling for me, then...
I allow Hex to turn me enough that my foot connects easily with his cock as I kick with every ounce of force I can. He releases a hiss of pain and bends in half. My knee flies toward his face as it connects, and my fist hits a moment after, slamming into his temple.
“What the fuck?” Silence snaps, striding toward us.
My parents had us in training with their top warriors by the time we were three. These men might be future kings of their courts, but they won’t stop me from getting to my sister.
I make a break for it.
Trident, my sister’s other mate, continues past me as I run for my sister. He slams his foot into Silence’s chest, knocking him back several feet.
I slide across the floor, coming to rest at my sister’s side. My mother is cradling her head and sobbing. There isn’t just one wound. It’s her entire lower abdomen, as well as a slice directly across her neck. Only one thing could damage her this deeply.
Iron Ice.
Iron is dangerous to the fae, but the blades they used must have been fortified with Iron Ice—a substance more deadly to us than losing our heads.
My fathers are attempting to subdue two men, who I think are assassins.
Why would anyone do this?
My hands begin to glow, as do my eyes.
“No!” my mother hisses. “It’s too late.”
But it’s not, something dark inside me says.It never is for us.
“They’ll kill you both,” my mother hisses, trying to swat my hands away.
“They can try,” I say the words, but it’s fully my magic in control. “To me.” I raise a hand, pulling my fingers toward me. The two assassins slide across the dirt floor of the reception hall, fighting invisible magic the entire way.
