Page 50 of Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

Suddenly a breeze stirred her hair. Within seconds the breeze became a miniature whirlwind. Isabella’s hair blew in every direction. The table slid across the room, slamming into the wall. Her heart lodged in her throat. He’d come for her.

She thought Falden was alone until Darkoor bodies started flying all around the room. Heads rolled. Balls of flame lit up the room from out of nowhere, blasting the evil Darkoor, the human traitors, the alien creature who had no name

Her heart nearly stopped as the creature disappeared, only to reappear behind Falden, impervious to attack. Nothing fazed the dark creature. Its clawed hand, fingers twice the length of a human’s, with razor-sharp bones protruding from the tip, slashed through Falden’s armor before he could move, a fresh cut on his arm. He jumped away, slicing with the tip with his sword before the creature disappeared again.

Isabella screamed, her heart in her throat as she watched the creature slice into Falden again and again. He never faltered, hacking and slashing at the creature as it faded in and out of existence like some kind of nightmare.

Falden shouted, “Get her out of here! I’ll distract the Dark One as long as I can! Go!”

A tall, blond warrior dressed identically to Falden suddenly appeared beside Isabella. “Let’s go!” he ordered, grabbing her hand.

Panic gripped Isabella. She couldn’t leave Falden. Couldn’t let him sacrifice himself to save her. “No!” she shouted, pulling away.

On her other side another warrior appeared, this one as dark-haired as the other was light. “There’s nothing you can do now! Let’s go!”

Isabella gathered the last of her strength. Stood without assistance. Pulling at a reserve of power she didn’t know she had, she stepped toward the fierce battle. Falden would never make it out of that room alive as long as the creature he’d namedDark Onestill lived. Perhaps none of them would. She blinked slowly. Focused on the creature. Put every ounce of will behind her next words, her voice shimmering across the chaos like a mirage in the desert. “Dark One.”

The Dark One howled with rage and turned its full attention on her.

“No!” Falden yelled as the two warriors who had been on either side of her stepped in front, blocking her view. With the lightest touch of her fingertips on each of their shoulders, they moved aside, just enough to allow her to focus on her enemy.

“Dark One, you will stop fighting. You will remain still.”

The Dark One screamed in fury as it tried to rush her and failed. The shriek reached ear-shattering levels when the monster tried to disappear, faded for a flicker of a moment but could not move as it had before. Her command held, the pulse of power tying her to the creature with the absolute determination of a woman who had nothing left to lose.

“Falden?” The fair-haired warrior at her side called to his commander, but Falden’s eyes glowed with blue fire.

The Dark One turned to face Falden, a calculated risk, assuming the warriors guarding the female would remain in place.

He was correct. They did not move because she clung to them now, her fingers like clamps on their shoulders as she used them to hold herself upright, to stare at the creature, to maintain the connection between them.

“Lumerian.” The Dark One’s voice was worse than its scream, and Isabella winced as the raspy tone struck inside her skull like fingernails on a chalkboard.

She blinked, and that fast the Dark One broke free of her control. It raised its bone-colored talons to strike Falden dead.

“No!” Isabella screamed the command, her lifeforce in that one word. Her heart. Her soul. Everything.

Caught in her power once more, arm raised to attack, the dark creature backed away from Falden, unable to strike. To fight. To defend itself. Falden wasted no time. With a mighty leap, he slashed at its throat, his sword sizzling with electric-blue fire as the Dark One’s grotesque snarl tumbled, with its head, to the floor at Falden’s feet. Sparks of current wrapped around the head like a bizarre lightning storm for several seconds until what little life had been present in the Dark One’s eyes faded to nothing but empty space. Blank nothingness.

The body remained standing for several seconds longer, as if by pure muscle memory. Isabella would have gagged if she’d had the energy, relief swamping her as the body crumpled at last. No blood, just the sickly smell of burned meat and bone, a testament to mighty Furon’s true power.

Isabella’s legs collapsed with relief, and the two warriors caught her. Falden was running, yelling her name, as everything went dark.

Falden racedto Isabella’s side, scooping her up before she hit the floor, a death rattle escaping her blue-tinged lips. He let out a bellow of pure rage. Pain. Anguish. “No!”

King Dagan appeared next to Falden. “There’s still time to save her if you hurry.”

Falden’s icy blue eyes were overbright as he nuzzled Isabella’s long hair, his injuries and blood loss making his head swim dizzily. The Yielding. Yes.

Gently he lowered her to the floor, uncaring of the battle still raging outside. His woman was dying.

Cleaning his sword, he placed it between them. “Your Majesty, I may need your help.”

“Anything,” King Dagan replied.

Falden nodded, then placed a few drops of his blood across a small digital display on his armored forearm and tapped in a series of Lumerian symbols.

“Identify,” said a disembodied female voice in Lumerian.

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