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Without thinking, I rushed toward the nearest one, breaking the circle to tackle her. My attack caught her off guard, and Zen fell to the ground with an undignified thud. The others murmured amongst themselves, turning their attention to me.
“Never mind her,” one male boomed. “Finish the king. I’ll deal with her after.”
But something inside me snapped as Zen raised his head from his place in the grass, a dazed expression on his face. His brilliant eyes locked on my face, and he stared at me like he thought I was part of a dream.
“Miri?” he mumbled. “Is that you?”
“Get him! I won’t permit a second failure! Don’t let him get away this time!” The order cut through the night, regrouping the dark faeries, who moved to fix their focus back on attacking the king.
From somewhere inside me, I mustered a spell I’d never uttered—at least not that I remembered. The words burned my tongue, hurt my soul to speak aloud, but that didn’t stop me, particularly when I saw the effect they were having on the assailants.
“Lorez andus ir lestur,” I chanted in a language I didn’t know or understand. A black cloud radiated around me, seeping out of my pores to reach for the offenders who backed away in fear. “Alloy! Alloy! Beteena!”
“Mousie!” one of them gasped, her eyes widening with glee. “There you are!”
I danced backward as the group now split, conflicted over whom to follow. Again, Zen shook his head, the attack clearly rendering him confused, and I used it to my advantage.
I had to act now.
Electricity shot out of my fingertips, shocking me both physically and psychologically, but it also took the group by complete surprise. The current shot the black cloaks back, leaving them gaping at me.
“What are you doing?” one of them hissed, turning her wrath on me.
“NO!” the only male boomed. “Don’t touch her—”
I directed my next black shockwave toward him, and his sentence was suddenly cut off as my spell washed over him, repelling him over the field and onto his backside.
His followers appeared shocked by my actions, the collective staring at me in disbelief, and their wrath coursed through the air. But when I raised my hands for the third time, another spell springing from my lips, they turned to flee.
I was scaring them!
One by one, they tripped over their own feet, fumbling to get away, but I tossed out another shockwave, catching the cloak of one attacker on fire. Her companion tried in vain to extinguish it, and I used the opportunity to throw a bolt at her, too.
“ALPHA!”
My actions halted as Calliver’s voice fell over the side of the clearing, and my hands fell to my sides, body whirling to look as the guard rushed toward the fallen king, who had barely managed to sit up.
He stared right at me, and my knees buckled.
He saw everything. He knew what I was now. The gig was up.
Chapter18
Zen
“What’s going on over there?” Calliver yelled, rushing down the small incline toward me. My head still swam, vision blurred as I struggled to focus on Mirielle, who stumbled back toward me.
The Order of Souls who had surrounded me were retreating, thanks to Mirielle’s tactics—whatever they had been. In my fogginess, I hadn’t seen what she’d done exactly. The words she’d spoken bounced around in my mind, but in the haze, they didn’t make any sense. The blindsided attack had taken me by complete surprise, my senses numbed in the aftermath of my argument with Mirielle.
I could see the group dispersing like ants scattering, but they weren’t teleporting, and if I’d been a fraction more within my right mind, I would have gone after them, but I had barely caught my breath after being released from the stranglehold in which they’d held me.
“Alpha, are you injured?” Calliver was before me, looking me over, but I shrugged him off, scanning the darkness for my other guard.
“Landon!” I called, worried for his safety. “Where is Landon?”
“I called for backup. He’s on his way to the infirmary now,” Calliver explained.
“He’s alive?” I asked bluntly.
