AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Cyara will fly away, safe.
Isolde will retreat to the faerie caves.
I was shaking my head. Gorlois could see it, but I couldn’t see him. I barely even registered his existence. The entire world, this realm and all the others, had condensed down into that singular golden thread that connected me to Arran.
Go, Veyka.
I shook my head harder.I won’t. I won’t leave you. I can’t.
Yes, you can.
A soft growl rumbled through me. It caressed my consciousness, comforted my soul with its soft song.Please. I love you, Veyka.
I won’t let him take you away from me. Not after I’ve found you. We are supposed to have a thousand years.
Veyka, please. Save yourself.
“No.”
88
VEYKA
I am a whisper in the night.
I am in the air you breathe, all around you, no escape.
I am darkness and despair.
I am death.
I’d always been fast. As I matured and my hips widened, my breasts grew, I forced myself to get faster. I was strong, but I wouldn’t always be the strongest. I could be the fastest. I didn’t have magic, so I had to be able to get out of the way of water and flame and wind on the strength and speed of my own muscles and reactions.
If I was fast enough, I’d be able to save my mate.
I didn’t let the void come slowly. I plunged myself into it, faster than I’d ever done before. I let the strength of Arran pull me to him—not just to his realm, but right to his body. Right behind Gorlois.
I lifted Excalibur—
Pain ripped down the side of my face. I watched—as if from another body, another place—as the entire shell of my ear fell away to the ground, sliced away by one of the guard’s blades.
All the amorite in my body, gone.
But the sword had already left my hand.
And it was too late.
Too late to keep it from veering off course, wobbling sideways as my hand jerked away, as the pain and confusion consumed me.
Fight it. Percival’s words echoed in my head. Fight the madness.
The soldiers were retreating. I grabbed one, dragged him down, clawed at his face. The madness was taking me, turning my already frayed mind into mush. An amulet—a sparkling amulet. I ripped it from his throat with such force, he screamed.
Screamed and disappeared.
I didn’t care. I only had enough control to get the necklace over my head, to tie a sloppy knot…
Awareness flooded back into me.
