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Emlyn shifted into his crimson eagle and cried out so loudly that Wynvail threw his hands over his ears on instinct, letting go of me.
The dragon snapped three of its heads towards Em when he soared in front of me, the black tips of his wings grazing the dragon's metallic scales. Its teeth gnashed into Emlyn's wing joint, making him scream louder.
And I completely fuckinglost it.
Magic erupted through me, lighting up both my curse marks and empowering my blood magic until I could hear thethud-thudof every heartbeat in the Labyrinth. They drowned out Harvey's screams, Em's high screech, and whatever Wynvail yelled at me. Blood was all I heard, and the fierce thump of my own heart as rage filled it.
I kicked off the ground and threw myself at the dragon, ripping one of my volcanic daggers from its sheath and driving it into a long, sinuous neck. Scales resisted my knife, but I was on fire with rage and I threw all my strength into it, driving it all the way through. I was lucky this wasn't a hydra, because I cleaved the blade all the way through until the head dropped at the creature's feet. Two heads didn't grow back. It just thrashed and roared, almost as loud as the blood roaring inside my skull.
The glow from my curse marks flared brighter, cast over scales and wings until the dragon screamed and reared back.
Emlyn flew, carrying himself awkwardly, and dropped back to the ground on two feet. He clutched his shoulder, blood slicked all down his chest.
The blood … that was what I could sense, why my power was growing until my whole body shook with it. Wynvail realised it at the same time I did, and a scary, intense look sharpened his features as he withdrew the knife he stole from me and—stabbed it deep into his forearm, carving open a hole.
My wings faltered when power filled my veins, so sharp and fiery that it almost hurt. The dragon was retreating, trying to get as far away from me as possible. I was the predator now, and it knew it.
But the space dead-ended, and it had nowhere to go.
I couldn't hear myself breathing, couldn't hear what Emlyn shouted at me or the growls coming from the remaining five heads of the dragon.
"You're dead," I told it, and didn't care if I was shouting.
Another wave of power crashed into me, and my eyes flew wide, air cutting off in my chest as magic filled every available space. My wings flared, frozen stiff at my sides, but another force kept me in the air.
I was familiar enough with my blood magic to know it had locked onto the twin heartbeats of the dragon, embedded itself in every vein.
Kill it,I urged my magic, my glare fixed on the dragon as the creature thrashed and twisted. Trying to get my magic out.
I don't think so. You hurt my mate. Death is the only thing that will save you from this magic.
And even then, I hoped it suffered.
I reached for both pounding hearts in its huge body and clenched my fist in front of me. Instead of the dragon exploding into blood and gore like what usually happened, a blast of crimson power tore from my stomach tattoo, up my chest and down my arm, lighting up that curse mark before it tore from my fist.
A beam of blazing power burned a hole through the dragon and slammed right through the wall behind it, leaving a perfect, burned circle.
For a moment I just stared at the smoking hole in the beast and the wall.
What the fuck…?
This wasn't just my blood magic. The ink on my spine tingled, reminding me of the prophecy. Was this the greatness I was destined for? Blasting apart mythical creatures and mazes?
I didn't want greatness. I wanted my mates.
The dragon fell, its weight dragging it to the ground in slow motion before gravity claimed it all at once. My heart skipped, the vicious power that had pounded through my body ebbing away until it was only my blood magic thumping inside my chest, my head, my bones. But this wasn’t normal. How the hell did Idothat?
The dragon's massive body and five remaining heads crashed to the ground, sending a ripple through the walls around us, and knocking me out of the frozen state that held me in the air.
Ah, shit.I dropped fast, flapping my numb wings like crazy, but before I could come anywhere close to the ground, strong arms plucked me from the air and the loud beating of wings filled my ears.
"Em!" I cried, turning to stare at his rough, bearded face. "Are you insane? You're hurt?"
He grunted, lowering us carefully to a spot that wasn't full of dead dragon. "Nothing's going to stop me catching my mate."
"Insane man," I sighed, kissing his jaw and regaining most of my motor skills. "Thank you."
"Always, Hales," he murmured, nuzzling the top of my head as his feet met the ground. He didn't set me down, though. He clutched me to his chest with a low rumbling sound in his throat. A threat, I realised, when Wynvail came closer, blood running down his arm and trailing across the ground.
