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I lashed out, cutting down two more guards before the remaining tackled me to the floor.
I thrashed and punched, refusing to give up, but without my magic, I was simply a magicless male with nothing other than my size and training to guide me.
And it wasn’t enough.
Lashing magic from the guards’ restraints bound my wings, encircled my ankles, and cuffed my wrists. All of the guards were panting, their eyes wild as they beheld the Death Master in chains before them.
But as much as I yanked and pulled on my trapped magic to assist me, it wouldn’t respond.
Regret ravaged my soul so sharply that pain sliced through my heart.
“Ilara!” I roared.
“Norivun!” Her answering call was faint. Distant. Blessed Mother, they were already dragging her below.
Ryder, Haxil, Nish, and Sandus appeared in thecourtyard outside of the throne room a second later. They each grabbed stones from the garden, then pulled their arms back to throw them at the glass.
I was about to yell at them to go after Ilara when my father said, “Don’t. I’ll shave their wings, then have them hanged for defying me.”
The windows and glass doors shattered. All four of my guards blurred to my side, swords in hand and lips peeled back. Vengeance consumed their auras.
“My prince!”
They skidded to a stop at my side, snarling at the guards surrounding me. Ryder and Haxil immediately pulled me to my feet, then lifted their swords.
“Don’t.” I hung my head. With my limbs and wings restrained, I stood immobile before them.
“Don’t?” Nish yelled, and the guards at my side flinched and stepped back.
“Correct. Don’t,” I repeated. I would die for my mate, but I wouldn’t give my guards’ lives for a fruitless endeavor. There were too many under my father’s command. Too many for us to fight.
The king snickered.
With fisted hands, I gritted my teeth. Just as my father knew he could control me with my mother, he knew, too, of the depth of my affection for my guards. They were brothers to me. I would sooner cut off my own hand than give one of their lives for naught. Despite the torture unleashing upon my soul as Ilara grew farther away, I wouldn’t have them die for a lost cause.
My mate would have to protect herself until we could free her.
Mother Below.A snarl of absolute rage threatened to work up my throat.
Drachu crossed his arms, watching all of the fighting and bloodshed as he drummed his fingers on his forearms. “Are we done yet?”
King Novakin inclined his head. “I believe so.”
Given Drachu’s bland features, I knew the Lochen leader didn’t care what theatrics occurred in the Court of Winter. All he wanted was his damned pendant.
I spat on the floor since he was too far away to spit in the face. If not for him commanding his son, my affinities would be useable, and my mate would be free.
“My prince?” Sandus said, despair in his tone. The four of them still surrounded me, still waited for me to change my mind.
I shook my head. “Return to your chambers.”
Nish’s jaw dropped, and Haxil snarled. Ryder stepped toward me, but I cut them all an unrelenting look.
I said, “Return to your chambers.”
All four of their chests heaved. They still didn’t move.
Finally, Ryder, bowed. “As you wish, my prince.”
