Page 84 of The Daughters of Nyx

The Prince slit the throat of his opponent before spinning towards me, his eyes glowing with magic and as much rage as my own. He sneered down at the Fae. “My pleasure.”

The charm mage swept his magic over her and quickly dismantled any magic that might kill her before Grey got the chance to sink her teeth into the bitch’s neck. I didn’t release her shattered wrist as Kingsley created a new charm to bind her Fae magic, and as he whipped out a set of cuffs, I grinned at the fear now marring her face.

When the cuffs finally went on, I sharply pulled her to her feet and ignored her cries of pain. I gave Kingsley a nod and he went back to working with Archer; the red-headed mage merely met my stare before slamming his blade into the chest of a scrawny mage who looked no older than eighteen.

Who the fuck are these people? Who are they working for?

I’d leave it for Grey to figure out. That was her specialty, after all.

I found her inside the SUV, and pushed the Fae inside with her. “All yours, boss.”

Grey’s blue eyes turned red as they swept over the woman. “One of theirs?”

“Do what you need with her and when she’s dead, we’ll leave her with the rest of them.” I cocked my head. “Let Kingsley or I know if you want others to…question.”

A flash of uncertainty crossed her eyes before she shook her head. “She’ll do for now. Go help the others find Ivy.”

I stiffened, but nodded at the command. The wolf reared his head and howled.

As I stalked back into the fray, I pressed the rune on my wrist, which would fade over the next hour. It was designed for communication during battle, an old Fae trick we’d adopted for missions nearly three hundred years ago.

“Jay?” I waited for the half-demon bastard to respond, but when he didn’t, I growled in frustration. “You better be dead, you asshole, or have Ivy.”

“Shut up. We have her scent and her friends. But there are dead traitors up here too,” he replied tensely.

I didn’t bother responding. Instead, I gazed over the bloodshed, and the wolf clawed at its cage, fighting to break free.

A bear shifter roared. The wolf bared his teeth, and attacked.

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IVY

THE guard only stopped screaming once mydagger was buried in his throat. The sound cut off abruptly, strangled by the blood now bubbling from his lips. His eyes found mine, the irises silver in colour, ears pointed like an elf, but he seemed to be saying the same thing as the others.

Death to the Queen.

I crawled over to Thea first and shook her shoulder softly, but she didn’t stir. When I felt for a heartbeat, I found it after several aching moments.

Knocked out. Probably in the same way I had been. But my friend shifted, and her eyes opened after a moment, the irises the colour of a sunset for a moment before shifting back

to blue. She blinked up at me in confusion, then her eyes slipped down to the blood staining my skin and hands.

“What the fuck happened to you?” she whispered, her voice croaky. She grimaced and tried to swallow before speaking again. “Are you hurt?”

I lifted a finger to my lips and shook my head. I pointed to the kids and Kerry, then motioned for her to help me check them. Thea moaned softly as she got to her knees, but she crawled with me to the children first. We checked for pulses and sighed with relief when all three came back breathing.

When I reached Kerry, I finally noticed the dark, swollen skin of her cheek and the cut under her eye. Tears burned the back of my throat, but I felt her neck for a pulse, frowning at the stuttering heartbeat that I was met with.

The kids’ had been strong like Thea’s. But Kerry seemed to be struggling.

I searched her for any other wounds, but found nothing.

Thea appeared at my side. “What’s wrong?” she whispered, breath fanning my ear.

I shook my head. “Something’s wrong with her.”

Another crash shook the house. Thea threw her arms around me, and we waited with bated breath for the windows to stop shaking.

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