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I drag myself even closer, trying to watch all the action, trying to be there if they need me. Suddenly, there’s a loud yell a few feet away from me. One of the men Prince Forrest had taken down has his knife aimed at Prince Cobar. Prince Sulien appears in front of him and guts him with his sword. The knife falls from the man’s hand as he topples backward and crashes to the ground.
These men are incredible. Never would I have imagined them as warriors.
Shaking myself, I stand taller.There’s no way I’m just going to sit here being some helpless maiden. I need to be fighting, too.I reach down to grab a stone. There’s someone a few feet away from me, I can hit him and stun him, at the very least.
“Don’t even think about it,” a slimy, familiar voice whispers behind me. Grif’s arms are suddenly wrapped around my waist and my throat, holding me in place.
“You really sure you don’t want to take this opportunity to run for it?” I ask, as he draws his arm tighter across my throat, making it harder to draw in breath, nor can I shout to get the prince's attention.
“I’ve got you, and they’re not getting you back,” Grif says as he drags me away.
Like hell.I grit my teeth, and attack, clawing at him with my fingernails, digging my nails deep into his face while he struggles to get me to release him.
His hands drop from around me, I turn and start to run, then snap back as the damn chain keeps me from going faster. I try to drag it along with me, but Grif’s back. Leaping onto me. His face is covered in bloody scratches.
“Fae bitch,” he hisses, hitting me in the face.
I collapse to the ground, but he pulls me back up. My head spins. The world spins. And my face fucking hurts, but I attack again, scratching out at his face.
But he smacks my hands away, and then he’s back behind me, dragging me away. “They’re never going to get you, fae bitch.” My ankle feels like it’s going to rip off as he hurries with me, dragging the ball along with us.
No. My face hurts like hell, but I can’t let him take me. The guys are so close.I kick behind me with my unchained leg, but it lands nowhere. Then, I realize how slowly we’re going. I almost laugh, but the pain in my face, and my racing heart prevent it.
“Yeah,nowyou understand why I move slowly,” I jeer at him, squirming to get out of his arms.
He surprises me by shoving me onto the ground. My body hits, jarring every bone. “Lucky for me, I have the key.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the key, then he leans over and unlocks the cuff from around my leg.
Mistake, asshole.
I take half a second to relish the sweet relief I feel being freed from that thing. Then I thrash and kick both of my legs, landing a few this time. Raining his damn legs with my blows.
He’s unmoved. If I hurt him at all, he doesn't show it.
Damn it.I fight him harder, determined to free myself now that I can run, but he doesn’t hesitate when I turn to try to climb to my feet. He hauls me from the ground while I punch and kick, but without the ball and chain, he’s rapidly dragging me away from my men.
I scream, “Princes! Help!” I don’t know what else to say. I just need them to hear me, no matter what happens next.
Then, I look behind us as Grif takes me toward the woods. Desperate. Hopeful.
All four men are looking at me, their expressions ones of horror and relief. Instinctually, I try to go to them, but Grif’s hold on me intensifies so much that it hurts, and then he tosses me over his back. Without hesitation, he’s running again, and I disappear from their view as I’m hauled around the back of the house.
No. Not again.
SIXTEEN
Cobar
The anger that’s been boiling beneath the surface breaks free.Kill.That’s the only thought in my mind. I need to kill any and everyone who comes near me–everyone who has been here and worked to hold Cassia captive. Each of these men is complicit in holding Cassia here, keeping her away from me. Each of them deserves to die. We aren’t usually harsh on humans, but today’s different.
In a frenzy, I charge at the closest man to me. He’s dressed in dark, tattered clothing. His dagger looks dull, and his eyes are hazy. A drunk.She’s been forced to be in the company of thieving drunks.
I slam into him, surprising him and throwing him off guard. He drops his weapon, and I elbow him in the jaw. I don’t need to dirty my sword for him.
My blow doesn’t knock him out, but he scrambles to get away. The rage inside of me can’t allow that. I bring my sword down through his back. He crumples.
I turn away from this battle and scan the grounds for Cassia. We can fight all day, but we’ve come here for her. She’s all that matters. The killing can be finished later.
More men run at me as I search for my mate. This time I use my sword and my magic. I can’t count how many men I’ve annihilated.How many men are there?Too many, it seems.
